26th november








driving up up up up up to mt kinabalu


























our resort surrounded by wisps of annoying ass shit water vapour aka pretty clouds


























sumptuous spread for dinner..... for two... yea i know my stomach can't either. feeling like such a blob right now i suppose i'll have to find a way to roll myself up the actual mountain tomorrow.

good bye for now i guess i'm back to turning my back on civilisation. till tomorrow. or whenever. mom is really getting on my nerves.

27th november
currently sitting on the lower deck of my bunk bed which is surrounded by several other double decked beds in a warm (not literally) little cozy cabin-like room. waiting for my mom to be done bathing. also indescribably sore from my indescribable climbing experience. and there's still another day to go. i feel like i have reached several new and bizzare levels of physical exertion throughout our 5h climb today. standing by my motto of physical exertion being the true satisfaction



























misty fog shit more commonly known as clouds

















bumped into lots of hikers on the way with each meeting ending with a spontaneous hello as we were all out of our damn breaths. albeit that one conversation between two scottish blondes and simon cowell's brazilian doppelganger and my mom and i during our mountain-top buffet dinner (mom is always so jumpy one-track-minded i hate it but no it wouldn't be clever at all to bring it up ha ha ha perks of travelling in pairs......) i think we talked alot about diving and physiotherapy and hiking and our shared nightmarish sentiments about tomorrow's summit cum ferrata climb. holy shit. still any shared experience no matter how nightmarish or tedious is always an unforgettable experience.


















the view and sunset from our hut.
gotta be up at 1.30am for our summit climb. it is 6.09pm right now (yea i had dinner at 5pm record breaker) do the math i gotta crash reaaaaaal soon cos i'm beyond shag

28th november
well hey i'm a day late because i kinda reached my physical limit yesterday. woke up at 1.30am (technically didn't have to wake up because i couldn't fall asleep. at. all. blaming it on the mountain air) to have breakfast which turned out to be my only meal because of my unfortunate bout of altitude sickness. started our climb up to the summit (low's peak) at 2.30am and made it in time to catch the sunrise.








the climb up the freezing sheer grey and steep mountain face itself with a clear view of the starry night was definitely one experience to behold. afterwards we carried out the much dreaded via ferrata and abseiled/climbed our way 400m down from the summit


got back to our hut in time for breakfast #2 which i couldn't down because of said unfortunate altitude sickness. yeah so i had to make the climb all the way back down the mountain on a practically empty stomach (it was almost as awful as it sounds) and i can only be too proud of myself and how the thought of giving up didn't cross my mind once. met the rest of our family back at rasa ria shangri-la fucking resort for a hot fuckin legit shower and laksa for dinner




i cannot even begin to describe how... heavenly... civilisation felt when i got back. that intense rush of relief. it outshines all post-camp comforts. the shangri-la spa experience that followed after was almost as indescribable as the climb itself. okay it was far from that but still felt like fuckin heaven nonetheless. going to be spending the next few days here and i can't imagine that life gets any better

earned my first climbing certificate after conquering the world's 20th most prominent peak. ok i suppose that's it for my mountain climbing experience.








someday baby. someday