Whispers in the Limestone Hills
I left the vibrant streets of Ipoh with fresh anticipation, the road
stretching ahead toward Tapah, fifty-eight kilometres away. The day
unfolded in splendour: towering limestone hills rose like guardians of
the valley, their slopes sheltering ornate cave temples carved with
devotion and detail. Each shrine seemed to whisper fragments of
history, stories etched into stone and silence.
The ride carried me through landscapes that felt endless in their
beauty—rolling vistas, shifting light, and the quiet rhythm of the
pedals beneath me. It was a journey that invited awe at every turn.
Travellers had warned me of the climb that awaited just beyond
Tapah, a demanding ascent into the highlands sixty kilometres further
on. With that challenge looming, I chose to pause here, resting in
Tapah’s embrace.