Misty rainforest

We made our way down from the Cameron Highlands, passing through the lowlands and endless stretches of palm oil plantations, before climbing back up to Fraser's Hill. Located in Pahang, roughly two hours north of Kuala Lumpur, Fraser's Hill sits high along the Titiwangsa Range, the main mountain backbone of Peninsular Malaysia.

Since entering Malaysia it got real hot. Camping itself was still doable, but sleeping in that humidity and heat became the real challenge. We needed another escape, somewhere where being outside actually felt enjoyable again. Frazer's Hill sounded like the perfect place.

This colonial-era hill station, developed by the British in the early 20th century, sits at around 1500 meters above sea level and once served as a cool escape from the tropical heat.
The curvy road up there winds through dense rainforest, the higher we got, the cooler the temperatures became, the scenery changed into more dark greens and slowly drifting mist a long the way.

Up here, everything is wrapped in montane rainforest. Cooler, quieter, and a seriously welcome break from the heat below. The air feels different, even tastes different, and the constant hum of what feels like millions of insects and birds follows you all the way up. Even during the drive, it’s everywhere, pretty incredible.

It’s the nature.

So we left the paved road behind, edged past a pretty massive gutter drop on the side, and headed straight into the jungle. A narrow trail, branches brushing the car, and that feeling of not quite knowing what’s around the next corner.

our jungle camp in frazers hill from a birds eye view

And then we found it, this was the spot. Our camp for the next few nights, tucked deep in the jungle almost on top of Fraser's Hill. Completely surrounded by dense forest, right on the middle of it all. Pretty epic.

clouds over our jungle camp
our camp set up
stephanie is making dinner

Turn on the sound and listen to the jungle!

Fraser's Hill was developed in the early 1900s as a colonial hill station, a retreat from the tropical heat for administrators, planters, and anyone else who needed a break from the punishing lowland climate. The name itself comes from Louis James Fraser, a Scottish trader who reportedly ran a mule transport station before vanishing without a trace sometime around 1910. Nobody quite knows what happened to him, which gives the whole place a faintly mysterious backstory.

fresh nights we are wearing long sleeves