K-log #7: The turning point ...

For most people, climbing mountain does not make any sense. Why should one climb a mountain only to go down afterward. I was one of those people before. This journey, however, make me somewhat a believer.

On the way up to the base camp, there were occasions where I almost gave up. My leg were aching and I could barely breath. At one point where I no longer have any mood to move on, my traveling Kaki suggested me to take a break. Grumbling, I obliged to sit with him in a rock facing the direction where i came from.

My "Panda ngengeng" mode uncontrollably kicked in. Its a view that I will never forget. The sun almost set, and we basically sat on the edge of a cliff beyond the clouds. I felt like I am on the top of the world (well definitely much higher than Bukit Timah to mind you). Scrambling to hide my tears, I pull out my camera and pretending to snap some shots. It was a tough journey (at least for me), but the view simply worth all the pain. Reaching there in my own will and strength was a bonus.