I think a hipster will trade his or her mason jar lamp (with the coffee filter shade) for a chance to do a selfie or a yoga pose on this balcony. Every fitting is intentionally hipsterish. The furniture is chicken (wire) coop style, similar to those found in KLPAC grounds or in Publika. Don't ask me about the significance of that rusted and cracked wok (kuali) on the floor, though. Lol.
We finally reached the peak and before my eyes was a double-storey glass chalet. Megharaj pulled down the attic-like stairs and we did the final climb.
Wow! A room in a rainforest walled-in and roofed by glass. I can sleep and look at the twinkling stars at night, throw stones and walk around naked. I have never slept in a glass house before and I wanted it right away.
Megharaj: Sorry Sir, we don't do walk-ins.
Me: Walked-in??? I climbed a bloody mountain to get here.
Megharaj: You can only book online.
Me: Wait! (Pulling out my iPad excitedly)
He bowed with hands clasped. My hands were clasped too after swatting one of the many mosquitoes buzzing around us.
Under the darkness of the rainforest canopy, surrounded by bamboo and wild rubber trees, was a mysterious, twisting gangway that goes further uphill. Up it, the two of us went.
My sherpa was really helpful. He held me by the collar when I leaned over too much at a ravine to take pictures. At slippery narrow stretches, he lead me by holding my hand, Instagram lover-style. At steep gradients, he dragged me up the mountain Hillary-style.