Penang Hill

Midway through the trip and the marked change in the air temperature was felt already. It was a welcome respite from the stifling heat of the city.

The vans on both ends teemed with tourist that getting a decent shot of the passing train at the opposite track or getting in/out of the tunnel was next to impossible.

“ Baguio !” This was overheard from Koreans in the group, when we reached our final stop while the cool place reminded me so much of Murcia .

The restoration is not well in place yet. They could learn a thing or two about landscaping from my tennis coach. But the view of the city from the top was breathtaking. Imagine how it looks at night.

We didn’t wait for dusk though as two trips were cancelled and there’s dinner to catch at Gurney Drive . The train on display at the zenith of penang hill which I thought to be a replica was the actual coach used between 1923 – 1977.