It was a week before the Raya break, thought of going to Bukit Tinggi to relax a bit, as there are too much of bad vibes in the city. So booked a room at the French Village itself and off we go.
I've seen many pictures around few years back, when the French village was still a hit. I wanted to go somewhere chill. Perhaps I put too much expectation to it. First of all, it was not as chill as Genting. Second, it was a really small town.
So brought my sweater and ready to wrap myself into a cocoon. Out of my expectation, it was still as hot as KL, slightly cooler perhaps. Then, checked in to hotel which is Colmar Tropicale itself.
Was very excited once reached there.
At the entrance itself...
There's white swans and black swans... I did not capture any pictures the black swans.
They do remind me of the movie Black Swan by Natalie Portman.
At the signature French Village bridge, which is also the entrance to the French Village (Colmar Tropicale). Collar Tropicale is actually a hotel. You can see from the pictures, the windows and balconies are actually hotel rooms.
Went up to a tower to have a view of the hill...
I forgot to capture the picture of our room. It was a huge room though for a RM200+/night. The deco wasn't too fancy, but it was huge.
I also forgot to take picture of the map. There are a few areas at Bukit Tinggi itself. A little background here. The French Village was actually Berjaya Hill. It is different from the outside world Bukit Tinggi where the residential were.
I went to Japanese Garden and French Village only. I did not go for Flying Fox, Pet Farm, Horse Riding, etc; as I don't find any interest of doing so. Add on to that, there was additional charge for the above.
They do have live band at a scheduled time everyday. I do enjoy live band, very much. If only there is beer. Too bad I couldn't find any here.
What was in this village was bakery, assorted chicken shop, pasta, Western, and Japanese. You don't really have much choices on food though. Perhaps the delivery of raw materials was pretty tough as it was a usual kind of hill road which was narrow and curvy (forgot what was that word, but never mind).