Towering trees, crisp mountain air and the soft crunch of gravel underfoot. The journey to Air Terjun Seminyang begins here, a quiet forest trail that slowly leads you deeper into the lungs of Karak.
Somewhere beyond the soft undulations of Karak’s backcountry, where the palm estates thin and the road forgets its name, there is a trail that leads into a rainforest so deep and attentive that even your breath feels intrusive.
Air Terjun Seminyang does not announce itself. It offers no roadside sign, no convenience kiosk, no eager peddler selling coconuts or corn.
