Liz and the girls flew in from Phuket just on a week ago. Now we are just about loaded up with supplies and are getting close to leaving.
We had hoped to climb Mt Kinabalu but as we hadn't booked ahead and didn't have a budget to do a package tour (which still needs to be booked weeks ahead) we thought we'd missed out and decided to just go to the park headquarters and stay there for the night to enjoy the cooler climate at 1800 metres.
When we arrived we asked about cancellations to climb, and found there was two spots available. A quick consult with the girls, and they were more than happy to stay in the unit we'd booked and endure Satellite TV and a fireplace instead of hiking. Liz and I hurriedly packed our gear and set out to the first stage of staying overnight at the Laban Rata guesthouse, 6kms away and at 3200 metres. We started at 1pm and after a very hard long climb we reached the guest house at 6:40pm, feeling very tired and cold as it was 8 degrees. Liz was feeling dizzy and had a pounding head, which we thought were symptoms of altitude, so she decided to not try to do the summit the next day.
So after a short sleep, laying awake mostly to the noise of wind and rain, I got up at 2am and got ready to do the 3km climb to the summit at 4100 metres. The rain was a real worry and I decided if I got too cold in the first hour I would turn back. I had good warm clothes but had only sailing gloves with exposed fingers I knew that my hands were in for it - and of course a set of legs that hadn't been well prepared for this ordeal.
The short story is, after 5 hours of walking, pulling myself up on ropes, shuffling up a long smooth granite face and finally scaling hand to foot up the summit I crouched (too windy to stand) on top of the highest mountain in South East Asia. The trip down was eased by the fact the surrounding clouds cleared and I was presented with a truly incredible view.
Meeting back up with Liz at Laban Rata at 9:30am, we then headed down to the park headquarters. The trip down just became harder and harder as my body started to tell me what sort of unaccustomed effort I had put it through. In just over 24 hours I walked only 18km but during that "walk" went up and then back down 2.2km
Today it's the next day, back on the boat, and I feel very flat and any attempt to move my legs is met extreme reluctance. Walking is more of a wobble. No boat jobs today.
But it was really worth it - come and do this!
Colin
The photos of the climb are
here.