Me
I was crazy. Yes I was. I climbed Mount
Kinabalu in Sabah again on 16 July 2014.
I had climbed the mountain in 1966 at
the age of 22. I was then very fit, dashing and of course Gungho. On coming
down I had sworn that I would never climb Mont Kinabalu again. Never ever. Now
I am a month’s shy of 70 years old and I was crazy to climb again.
Mooting the idea
It was last year when Pak Peng, my
wife’s brother from Melbourne came home and had wished to visit Sabah and Sarawak.
We had planned to visit Kuching and the Mulu Caves in Sarawak and then visit
Kota Kinabalu and climb Mount Kinabalu. We did the Sarawak part but could not
continue with the Sabah leg, pledging to do it this year.
This is the Staircase to heaven said
the Kinabalu National Park tour guide. Sabah is the Land below the Wind. Cancer
had promised me a quick way to Heaven too, but I would not have it. I prefer to
take the Kinabalu route.
Between the summit of the Mount
Kinabalu and I are apprehension, excitement, altitude, weather, fear, and
cancer. All challenges. But I do know I had to do it to beat cancer. I had to
overcome. When I started running marathons, I had said that a single step in
the run would kill off 100,000 prostrate cancer cells. Now for every step up
Mount Kinabalu, it would kill one million prostrate cancer cells. It was my
personal challenge.
Mount Kinabalu
Summit Trail
Preparations
My wife and I started to do walks in
the neighborhood to warm up. We then included walking up and down our staircase
at home. We also did some climbing at the Batu Caves. And finally we did some
climbs and trekking in Berjaya Hill Resort in Bukit Tinggi. Not much
preparations, but enough. I had to stop my training preparations when I
sprained my core muscles around my left waist. I was in pain with each step.
Thanks to our Exercise Support Group in
UMMC I was physically fit enough to try the climb despite my injury.
My Suunto Ambit 2 GPS watch is an
excellent watch for mountaineering, trekking and all types of out door
activities. It is able to monitor my progress and performance with its array of
essential sensors during my climb.
We had booked online for the 3 Days 2
Nights tour with Sabah Best Tours, a local tours agent in Kota Kinabalu.
Day One
We flew Airsaia to KKIA arriving at
1015 hours. We were met by our tour agent at the airport and was quickly
whisked to the Kinabalu National Park HQ and Resort at 6,122 feet in Kundasan.
As it were, my wife started to have stomachache and stomach cramps upon
arrival. We had stopped in KK to purchase some Chinese herbs and Brand essence
of chicken. After two hours ride in the tour van we arrived in Kundasan after a
brief stop at a roadside village cum vista. My wife’s stomach pains did not
abate, so we stopped by the local government clinic at Kundasan town. We were
pleased that the service was pleasantly efficient and effective. She got a jab,
some Buscopan pills (Hyoscine Butylbromide), and mineral salts.
We checked into the Park HQ and
registered ourselves by 1700 hours. It was a pleasant evening with dinner
served. We had twin rooms and turned in early in preparation for Phase One
climb.
Day Two
We woke up early and prepared for an
early breakfast and to collect our packed lunch. Unfortunately my wife Peggy
was still with stomach cramps and was totally exhausted from dehydration. She
declined to join us for the climb in tears. We made arrangements for her to
remain in the park HQ and Peng and I proceeded to our start point at the
Timpohan gate, several kilometers from the park HQ. There was another trail
called Mesilau Trail, which was supposedly more scenic but was longer by 2KM
than the Timponhan Trail. Both trails meet at the 4 KM summit trail.
After registration at the Timpohan
Gate, we started off at 0900 hours. Our climb started fairly well. The summit
track was well defined, wide, and paved with stones and gravels. The trail was
named Summit Trail and marked every half KM and was adequately sign posted.
Inclination was generally in 1:4 and 1:3 ratio. The more difficult places were
prepared with wooden steps, rails and plank-walks. It was 6 KM to Laban Rata at
10,730 feet, to which we had to spend a night for an early final assault to the
summit the next morning, to see the spectacular sunrise over Sabah.
I had constant pain in my back and left
side of my waist with every step of the way. However my knees took the strain
and pressure well with my reliable Chopac knee guards.
We reached Laban Rata which had 76 beds
and a cafeteria at 10,737.2 feet about 1530 hours, 6 hours of snail pace. I was
literally treading gingerly, enduring jolts of sharp pain with every mis-steps
on the uneven gravel/stones. I was happy and relieved when we reached Laban
Rata. I had thoughts that I wouldn’t have made it this far. Other groups using
the Mesilau trail came in after 1700 hours.
We had our dinner at 1730 hours at
Laban Rata Cafeteria before climbing up another 200 feet more to the Gunting Lagadan
Hut which had 60 beds at 10,903.87 feet for the night. The two other 12 beds
huts around Laban Rata are the Waras Hut and the Panar Laban Hut.
Unfortunately Gunting Lagadan Hut did
not have hot water, so all of us mandi kerbau up there and did
what we could to freshen up. I also started to have diarrhea and had stomach
cramps every 30- 40 minutes or so. I went to the toilet no less than 5 times
that night. I took a Buscopan pill, for stomach relief.
I am not sure of the real reasons for
not breathing normally. But I was sure it was not due to the acute altitude
sickness (lack of oxygen) common in high altitudes. It was more likely due to
an allergy to Buscopan or maybe even Hypothermia? My conditions was leading to
panic attack, which was scary. I felt choked and grasped for oxygen heavily in breathing. I
could not lie down. I felt slightly better by sitting up and leaning against
the room wall.
I called Peng and said I should descend
immediately due to my conditions. Peng said it was impossible as there was
nobody to take us down in the middle of the night. Our guide was not with us. I
had to maintain calmness and blow deeply into a plastic bag.
I prayed silently and pleaded for
survival for the night. Not now please. I huffed and puffed rhythmically
and deeply into the plastic bag. 1,2,3,4 inhale deep, 1,2,3,4 exhale long. I
challenged to remain calm. I knew a panic attack would be disastrous. I was
starting to have bad thoughts.
Day Three
I survived the five hours “rest” before
we descended to Laban Rata cafeteria for our supper at 0200 hours.
Our final climb to the summit started
from Leban Rata at eerie 0230 hours. It was totally dark, cold and miserable. I
was already feeling weak and exhausted from the previous day’s climb and
stomach cramps. I had not slept a wink as I was having breathing difficulties.
At 0230 hours we joined the pack
climbing in the dark, our torchlight attached to our heads. After a short climb
on wooden steps with rails, we came to the cliff on the boulder surface. It was
now climbing and hanging for our dear lives onto the ropes provided. This was
the toughest and most dangerous part of the climb for me. I was already tired
and weak, without proper rest the previous night, and I had to pull my body
weight up the steep slopes on the surface of the mountain. I barely had enough
strength left at each pegging of the rope.
We reach the final check point Sayat
Sayat at 12,034.5 feet, our guide told us that we could not to proceed to the
submit as we were cut off for timing. We would not be able to come down in the
permitted time, should we proceed to the top as most of the climbers had gone
ahead. Actually the last final leg after Sayat Sayat is not difficult as the
leg covered the plateau shoulder of the mountain peak. And we had passed the
most dangerous part.
We were short of 400 meters to
the summit at Low’s Peak. What a shame. So near yet so far. However I did not
feel defeated as I had done my best and had endured pain and discomfort
throughout the climb. We conceded to the guide and rested for 20 minutes before
we started to descend back to Labah Rata. We were still able to see the sunrise
and amazing sights below, albeit at a lower altitude.
Coming down was more difficult as the
Chopac was not as effective on the knees and my toes were hitting the inside
the shoes, causing more pain. I literally had to hang onto my guide on the way
down. No pain no gain right?
Halfway on the way down, I had the
shock of my life, my wife was resting and sitting beside the summit trail at
3.5 KM at 8,865.8 feet, cheerfully waiving to me. I must be in heaven when I
saw her or was she in heaven? We had left her sick in the Park HQ the previous
day. Apparently she was feeling better on the third day, she decided to climb
the summit trail and to meet us halfway. How she managed to convince the Park
HQ and the Timpohon gatekeeper to let her through was beyond me. Nobody climbs
Mount Kinabalu without a guide. My wife climbed 3.5 KM all on her own. It was a
miracle in itself.
The three of us climbed steadily back
to Timpohon Gate and thence to the Park HQ, arriving around1600 hours. We were
all presented with certificates of achievement by the Kinabalu National Park HQ.
We thanked our guide and proceeded back to Kota Kinabalu that same evening. We
then spent several days more resting in Kota Kinabalu and visiting several of
its surrounding places of interest.
Summary
All in all it was a good climb and
worth the effort. Yes it is tough going, but it will be a doable mission with a
bit of preparation and training. I had enjoyed the experience and had met many
new friends on the trail. Everybody called me Uncle as I was the oldest person
on the trail. The view was spectacular, scenic and awesome. It is truly the
stairway to heaven. Believe me.
I recommend all cancer survivors to try
to climb Mount Kinabalu or for that matter any Gunung or Bukit. It is
the litmus test for the positivity in us. Maybe I will be crazy enough again to
complete the 400 meters short of Low’s Peak.
Clap clap clap
I beat cancer.
Take care.
Allen Lai