My eyes flew open and the first thing I saw was my phone.
6.11am. I stared at it silently, taking in the thundering sound outside. It was
pouring and I couldn’t help but think back to those two days I spent being
drenched 80% of the time—and I missed it.
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Ramzilan briefly explained the trail to us and laid out some
ground rules: be respectful of the forest, don’t make too much noise, and stay
on the trail. At about 9am, off we went. With a total lack of training and
conditioning, I was SUUUUPER slow, stopping for a few second every few minutes
to just catch my breath. But Ramzilan stuck with me as Jehan hurried on ahead,
and I just held my tongue from complaining. I signed up for this myself, after
all.
I don’t remember how far in we were exactly but it was early
on into the trail that we came to a clearing. On the left was a gorge, the old
ruined trail visibly hanging on the sides; Straight ahead a stretch of steps
and then, a clear, breathtaking view of the majesty herself.
earthquake ruins
first glimpse
When we reached the top of the steps and looked behind us
and were astounded by the view, yet again. I remember thinking that if for no
other reason, this has already made whatever pain is to come worth it. We
stopped to take it all in as we “allowed” porters to pass by.
My plans to snap the climb pretty much died some point after
that as my phone conked out and wouldn’t switch itself back on, but we continued
the journey and stopped at the huts for no more than two minutes each as we had
to keep time and make sure we reached Laban Rata by 4pm because Jehan made a
bet with her friend that she would. When we got to Layang-Layang, it was almost
12pm. We sat and had our lunch: an apple, a fat sandwich, a hard-boiled egg, a
chicken wing and some strawberry cookies. I only had the sandwich, apple and
cookies and saved the rest for later, knowing I’d definitely feel peckish after
dinner.
We loaded up on heat rubs, refilled our water bottles and
powered on; And by powered on I really mean whine and question our life choices
with every step. You see, the first 4 kilometers from Timpohon to Layang-Layang
was—while not an absolute breeze—quite bearable. The final 2 kilometers from
Layang-Layang to Laban Rata, not so much. The trail was steep and the landscape
changes rapidly from green to red rocks and alien like tress, to slippery
boulders.
After all our whining, we finally reached Laban Rata at 3pm
sharp, an hour ahead of our target time and we couldn’t have been happier. We
checked into our room at the Laban Rata guesthouse, showered in freezing cold
water, changed into clean clothes, and waited for dinner time.
we're here! (THANK GOD!)
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