Galleria Time Tunnel Cameron :Back To The Past

I always think that my Mom is a compulsive hoarder. She likes to keep those old stuffs and it was very annoying at some point. It's like disturbing the whole concept of my idea of dream home. I prefer simple, white and chic and those old stuffs seem so out of place.

When we shift to our new home years ago, I threw away almost half of those old plates, cup, glasses, coin box and IDK what else. We don't really have the space for all these junks. Imagine Mom's horror when she found out about it. She lectured me for months after that.

No big deal! Those were junks anyway until I came to this place, Time Tunnel in Cameron Highlands during my recent visit. It feels kinda strange having to pay five bucks to see all these old junks. Even stranger was my feelings that moment. Seeing those things me brings me back to the past.

It wasn't really the object itself but the kind of feelings and memories that comes along with it. The yellow round coin box from Public Bank, I pestered my parents until they got me not one but two. Collecting rubber bands to weave a jumping rope. Sewing my own five stones, the fabric version. All these simple pleasure in my childhood and they don't even cost a thing. Unlike the kids today. They want nothing but the latest Nintendo, PS, IPad and so on. All those expensive stuffs. I might want to reconsider about adopting a child. Kids are so expensive nowadays.

Reminds me of my primary school days.I used to follow my friend home after school and hang out there. I love her mom's charcoal cooked rice. We also went to play at her parents farm and swam in the pond nearby, naked! We were only around 8 years old that time.



Let me pour you some tea. Have a seat and make yourself at home.



Beers memorabilias were much better in those days unlike some cheapskate lighters and keychains that they give nowadays.

I had lotsa bad hair and awful shoes days in my growing years thanks to Dad. He brought me to those barber shop for haircut. Gross....



What memories does this brings you?





Milkmaid was my household essential during my growing years. Now, I'd only get to enjoy it in kopitiams.



These coffee cups and saucers brings back the sense of nostalgia. Dad used to pour half of the coffee into the saucer to cool it down before I could take a sip directly from the saucer.



I'll need a bigger purse to carry this license around. As big as the passport and thick too.



80's babies never see this in their school. This is much interesting than what we had behind those brown exercise books.



Comments made in the 50's

You think I'll pay 30 cents for a haircut, forget about it.

If ciggaretes keep going up in price, I'm going to quit. 20 cents a pack is ridiculous





Well, those were the days.Now, if both sets of my grandparents are still alive, I might just hit the jackpot.

Some Discriminating Staff At BOH Tea Centre

Update:Appropriate action? I wonder what can they do?



We are kinda excited to go for the guided tour as mentioned in this signage.

The time comes but the guide never materialise. The staffs here are too busy chatting to even acknowledge us. I'm sure they are chatting as they are laughing very loud. Something about marriage, second marriage bla..bla..What are their purpose in this company? Wasting BOH's money by chitchats and ignoring the visitors?

We started to get impatient and W asked about the tour. Guess what? They said we can go in just like that! Then what about the signboard? So we sat there like idiots waiting while they chitchat? They could have tell us that earlier. The most f*cked up thing was a caucasian couple came walking in and the staff attends to them and say 'You may go in now' in a totally different tone, a friendlier one unlike the tone that they use on us.

There's a sourpuss staff in this souvenir shop too. I don't even have to spend a dime for sourvenir. Her sourpuss face is more than enough for me to remember this place. She walked passed us with that sourpuss face of hers and right to the back of the shop and stared out of the window for IDK how long. She isn't in this picture, I guess she still dreaming back there.


That is totally double standard that they practise. Is it just the staffs or it's BOH's policy to treat caucasians better than the local? Ignore the locals and treat the caucasians like GOD? Locals don't deserve a good service and smile? That is very disrespectful to us. It's a shame that this has happened.

If that's the case, they should put up a sign at their entrance then I would never step my foot in.

The View At BOH Tea Centre

The road to the tea centre is a winding one. One must have very good driving skill to negotiate through the road. Just like coming up from Tapah to Cameron Highlands!

Rain and drizzle alternating non stop from morning but this won't dampens our mood and the beautiful scenery. Here's where the plantation employees stays.

Life philosophy: If you wanna get to the top, you gotta work your ass off to be there.
My legs still ached from all those trekking and I had to use the umbrella as the make shift walking stick for support to go up these stairs and there's more to come.
You'll know it's worth all the hard work when you see these beautiful view from the top.



Blast from the past: BOH mascot with some models This is the tea maker's office which weigh the tea on weight bridge, production recording, tasting tea 'liquor' during the manufacturing process and to check humidity factors.
These machines are breaking and twisting the withered leaves to distort and rupture the leaves internal cells. Liberating and exposing its juices for fermentation.

Then the leaves are spread onto trays for the fermentation process that follows.

Then the leaves are being dried and sorted according to particle size by passing them through a series vibrating sieves with each grade of tea has its own density and flavour characteristics.

Enjoying the view from the overhanging platform. It's nice to be on the top.

The scone that almost got away. It's very windy and cool here. Our hot teas soon become cold teas.