Genting Highlands is one of those places that almost doesn’t feel real when you first arrive. Perched high in the Malaysian mountains, it’s famous for having the world’s largest hotel, along with sprawling malls, theme parks, and more restaurants than you could ever try in one trip. It feels like a mountain-sized amusement park, buzzing with life and activity.
But, if I’m honest, all of that wasn’t what made the trip special for me. The malls and the flashing lights were fun to walk through, sure, but just before you reach the main resort sits something far more memorable: a temple that turned out to be one of the most beautiful I’ve seen in Malaysia.
We reached it at exactly the right time—sunset. The sky stretched out in soft shades of orange and gold, fading into purple at the edges. That light touched everything: the statues, the stone carvings, the tiled roofs. The air carried the faint scent of incense, and for a moment, everything slowed down. After the noise and energy of the resort, the quiet calm of the temple felt almost magical.
Getting there was half the adventure too. The cable car ride up the mountain was breathtaking. Below us, the rainforest spread out endlessly, with mist weaving through the valleys like something out of a dream. As the car glided upward, I couldn’t help but feel both tiny and incredibly alive, suspended between earth and sky.
Looking back, I’m glad I saw the giant hotel and wandered through the mall—it was all interesting in its own way. But the memory that stayed with me wasn’t neon lights or roller coasters. It was that temple at sunset, the view from the cable car, and the feeling of peace that comes when you least expect it.
