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Mount Kinabalu: The Summit (Part 6 of 7)
If you missed the previous part of my Mount Kinabalu journey, just click here.
Our guides told us to be ready at the entrance of Laban Rata Resthouse by 0100 hours. Yes make no mistake, that’s 1 am. They asked us to get some rest for the journey will only get harder.
Yea right, easy for them to say.
For the first timer, it would not be surprising if they could manage some sleep, even 1 or 2 hours would be quite an achievement. Just imagine, the body has been working hard, pushing forward, ignoring the tiredness that tries to take over for the past 8 hours of climbing. The body is still active… the body is still warm, not wanting to rest itself yet knowing there is still half a journey to go to reach the summit.
Lights was out by 9 ish, and everyone tried to get some shut eye. I could hear noises of people twisting and turning around on their bed, trying to find that sweet position to fall asleep. In the distance, I could hear another group whispering away, asking each other if they could sleep.
It seemed like it took eternity to get some sleep. Needless to say, the hours went by extremely slow. By now, most of my members have already downed some Panadol from the severe headache that they have from the attitude sickness.
Before it was even anywhere near to 1 am, some of us was already awaken by the sound of footsteps moving about on the creaking wooden floors of the rest house, while some others had difficulty waking up as they only managed to fall asleep later.
By the time we passed the steep mountain face, our leg muscles and soles are already in pain. Every step down sends a sharp signal to our brain to indicate pain. That’s right, we endured the torments of the icy cold pain going up… and now endure the torments of our aching and painful leg muscles going down.
In the end, even with all the torture and torments that we had to endure, there is no doubt that it is worth it. This is an experience that cannot be gathered anywhere else. This is a feeling cannot be described in words: the feeling of being on top of the world, above all the clouds, the feeling of being a bit closer to heaven and God…. Indescribable. That’s Jon embracing his last moments up on the peak, realizing full well that he probably won’t get a chance like this again.
Once we got back down to the park, we wasted to time. We made a beeline all the way to…..