The Short Escapade to Broga Hill
We found ourselves in a very odd place on one early Saturday morning. Having a slept over at my parents’ house in Semenyih during the weekend, the idea to visit this favorite spot which located within the neighborhood suddenly came to mind.
Yes, our agenda of the day is to climb the Broga Hills in Broga, which is also known as ‘Bukit Lalang’, depicting the grassy summit of the hill. Situated 50km from Kuala Lumpur, Broga is a small town in the vicinity of Semenyih sub-district, on the border of Selangor and Negeri Sembilan. Sitting on the edge of the Titiwangsa Range, Broga is bestowed with lush green hills and tropical forests. It could be easily reached via the Kuala Lumpur – Kajang Silk Highway. Bypassing the Nottingham University Malaysia campus on your left, continue driving some 5km further up until the road narrows down to one lane. You will see a palm plantation on your left opposite to a rabbit fun land. The palm plantation is actually your starting point; don’t worry of getting lost, you will never missed the place as it will be flocking with cars as early in the morning and is visible from the road.
We reached the starting point as early as 6.30am. Even though it is still early, finding a parking is tough as the place is already crowded. You will be charged RM2 by the plantation owner for parking.
Signboard showing direction to Broga Hills. Some minor trekking is required to reach the summit. We started early to catch the sunrise, a torchlight is barely needed even though it is still dark. Just follow the crowd.
Another signboard guiding us the right path.
After some strenuous trekking which take us about an hour to complete (please forgive our low-metabolism), we are here alas…
One must accent this steep, slippery stairways to heaven to reach the led zappelin summit.. 
The sun is already rising up on the horizon...
We quickly find a spot to setup our gears in order to catch this mesmerizing scene. Praise to the Almighty God, this is indeed a spiritual excursion.
Time is flying by, but we were stunned at the same spot, unable to move. So enthralled are us with the spectacular view.
Exit night, enter light...
Being raised in this small town, I always dream of coming here. I used to watch the lush, green hilltop which could be clearly seen from the verandah of my house, or when sitting laid back behind my late grandfather every morning and afternoon on his wheezy Honda cub when he fetched me to and from school. Thirty years back, this small town is very homely, quiet and peaceful, and everybody knows each other. During that time, I don’t think anybody knows about this place, save for the locals. Now, after 30 years, it is barely visible from my house anymore due to the hazy environment; thanks to the rapid urbanization and global warming. And only after 30 years, my dream (I have many, actually) has finally came true.
My small hometown could no longer withhold the persistence urge of development, in line with the expansion of Kuala Lumpur. Located on the outskirts of Malaysia’ capital, this small town is undergoing a lot and drastic transformation, and is now crowded with city slickers that moves here when more and more housing estates being built to cater for the already jam-packed KL. Nowadays, everybody hardly knows each other. I believe this place’s popularity gets hyped when the government proposed to build a 1.5 billion ringgit incinerator here somewhere in 2001. The incinerator, assumed to be the largest in Asia, is intended as a waste management system to reduce the Kuala Lumpur’s dependence on landfills. The proposal was undoubtedly rejected by the locals and the environmentalist, who know and value the green of this place, too good to be an alternative to a dumpsite. A lawsuit was filed, and finally in 2005 an injunction to stop development work of the incinerator was issued, followed by court orders to totally terminate the plan. During the campaign that people started to be aware of the beauty of this place; the number of visitors is increasing since then.
Ah, please forgive me for being sentimental. This place has a lot of memory of my childhood.
Another view of the hill and its surrounding
"Yes, this is the very place where it happens" reported DH to the local tabloids.
A view of the summit
The view of peak 1. Broga Hill has four peaks altogether.
View of peak number 4 from peak number 2.
We quickly made acquintance with these boisterous teens. Sporting, they are.
Other pilgrimages with family
DH taking a puff. "It is such a bliss" says he. This, I cannot agree (on the smoking I mean).
meself
Love is in the making (not the other way round ya!). I manage to steal a snapshot of this couple photoshooting session. To the actual Mr. Photographer, sorry for stealing your limelight.
It is such a shame that some of us don’t really know how to appreciate nature.
After milling a while, we decided to descent. By 9.00am it is already blazing hot up here as there is no tree to shelter you from the direct sunlight. Going down is easy. Just mind your steps.
On the way back. This is the very hill that we just climbed.
Minutes later. We made a stop at this stall to have a quick 'brunch' (read: breakfast cum lunch) on the way back home.
The End.
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