We visited Lloyd Botanic Garden in the early hours of the morning, because we appreciate and respect nature. This is clearly not true, judging from the number of wet wipes and tissue paper used so far. The real reason is because the zoo is yet to be opened at this hour, so to make full use of our time, we decided to visit a place that has no opening hours for nature opens her embrace to all of us, all the time.

The gates were not opened, so we had to squirm through the entrance at the side. Roger squirms through while Tim stands guard for signs of trouble from the ravenous monkeys. I stand at a distance and let them risk their lives first.


Got map can walk. But still got lost.


Once inside, we proceeded towards the flowers and began taking photos that can be used as desktop wallpapers. Guys, this is a good (and more importantly, convenient) source for pictures of flowers to be used for various means (e.g. birthday card, love letters written with blood) to placate (and bluff) girlfriends hungry for some show of effort, attention and lurrrvvvee.





For the geeky types, attaching explanatory notes for each flower might do the trick.


More heartachingly beautiful pictures of beautiful flowers. Whip out the Kleenex.




Glasshouse of neverending luurrrvveeee. The doors were closed, just like the windows of my heart.



Tim versus flowers.

The trees are HUGE. And they are coniferous trees. Which makes me feel happy and warm (deep inside).


The obligatory pair photo. It was cold. But our spirits were never dampened. With the map in the background anything is possible. Except maybe eating 18 momos at one go.

2 heads are better than one. But 2 phallic trees above head is even better.


The mandatory emo shot. This is good enough for our next Pakistani Hindi pop fusion album. Me trying to look like I don't care while Tim is not even half in the picture.

And the equally mandatory "what the heck is going on in this photo" photo. Tim searches for his inner child while Roger tries to pretend he doesn't care for Tim.


Roger is happy. I am just cold.

The view is GREAT. We can see a large part of the valley.



We than proceeded to ruin the scenery by adding ourselves.



Tim had to fart. I was too angry to look. Roger was too far to be affected.

After the fart, I was happy and raised my hands to celebrate the restoration of peace to the world. The rest looks in the same direction to emphasise the point.

Leaving the garden was never an easy task, given the loveliness of the place. Remember Hotel California? "You can check in any time you like but you can never leave".

It doesn't help when I tried to lead the guys off the edge of the cliff. I mistook the tents in the distance as our hotel.