Monday, September 24, 2012
Now let me continue the story
behind this “minor” (but to seemingly major) climb.
After resting for some time at
the greenery atop, we decided to join the first batch to take the descend. It was
past four in the afternoon and the whole team barely had two headlamps so going
back to the base camp before nighttime was logically imperative.
I wasn’t wrong for perceiving the
level of difficulty to be twice as much as when we had our journey up. The drizzle,
although gave us lesser discomfort by hiding the sun through the cloudy sky, still
made the trail more difficult to tread upon. The cake of mud covering almost a
hundred percent of the way incontestably sucks! In one instance, I could recall
losing my balance because my other foot was stuck hopelessly in the mire. Most of
my companions have gone a few steps away already and I badly needed something
to pull myself out from it. I saw a twig and trusted that it could offer me a
little help. To my disappointment, the hand I used to grab it bled at once as I
felt some thorns piercing through my palm.
On our way down, I actually tried counting how many footsteps it would take until we reach the terrain. When my foot was stuck in the mud, the numbers fled and popped like bubbles in the air. I had temporary amnesia and all that my mind could do was to think of how to get myself out from this annoying mud. Such a misfortune! Our climb facilitator, seeing me at a halt, headed back and rescued me. Thank you Jalaman!
The next challenge was the dimming
atmosphere. Remember that it’s the other team who had the headlamps and not us,
so we walked as fast as we could and rested for a while at the coconut station
where we had our lunch earlier. There were afforest vampires celebrating while
we’re there having our water break. Their needles pricked through our back,
legs and arms and pestered everyone all throughout our stay in that area so we
decided to continue our journey.
After nearly three hours of
seriously exhausting adventure, I rejoiced upon hearing the angry waves at the shore.
It was a big sign that we’re heading the right track and that we’re close to
our destination. A few minutes after, gradual darkness covered the trail. It
helped though that two of our trekking buddies had built-in flashlight on their
mobile phones. It wasn’t enough but still did help us find our way much easier.
The walking didn’t take long and we at last found ourselves at the downhill locality. For the first time on this entire journey, I felt like jumping in total happiness for finishing this strenuous activity. My parents never liked my interest and passion about travelling, and even more my dream to climb the highest peaks. I may be less healthy compared to many physically active participants but I’m sure this doesn’t and should not impair my vision to see the grandeur of God’s creation from coast to summit.
Special thanks to WOWtrippers and to the rest of the wonderful travel enthusiasts I met for making this adventure a memorable one. Without you people, we won’t be able to see the extraordinary behind and beyond this adventure.
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