A Spring of Water

I’ve had an insanely busy week right after what was also a fairly busy Easter break, but ah! it’s so good to be reminded that I can find rest in the One who provides.

A while back, I decided to start perusing the Bible app that is oh-so-ubiquitous among Christian circles for devotional plans, and the plan entitled My Utmost for His Highest is one of the ones that consistently bring me back to what it means to call myself a Christian. I found today’s reading to be especially useful in reminding me that dying to self and surrendering to Christ, while immensely challenging, is so necessary.

The devotional text is based on John 4, but if you are short for time, maybe focus only on verses 1 to 26. Here’s the devotional, I hope you find it edifying!

The well is deep”—and even a great deal deeper than the Samaritan woman knew (4:11)! Think of the depths of human nature and human life; think of the depth of the “wells” in you. Have you been limiting, or impoverishing, the ministry of Jesus to the point that He is unable to work in your life?

Suppose that you have a deep “well” of hurt and trouble inside your heart, and Jesus comes and says to you, “Let not your heart be troubled . . .” (John 14:1). Would your response be to shrug your shoulders and say, “But, Lord, the well is too deep, and even You can’t draw up quietness and comfort out of it.” Actually, that is correct. Jesus doesn’t bring anything up from the wells of human nature—He brings them down from above. We limit the Holy One of Israel by remembering only what we have allowed Him to do for us in the past, and also by saying, “Of course, I cannot expect God to do this particular thing.”

The thing that approaches the very limits of His power is the very thing we as disciples of Jesus ought to believe He will do. We impoverish and weaken His ministry in us the moment we forget He is almighty. The impoverishment is in us, not in Him. We will come to Jesus for Him to be our comforter or our sympathizer, but we refrain from approaching Him as our Almighty God.

The reason some of us are such poor examples of Christianity is that we have failed to recognize that Christ is almighty. We have Christian attributes and experiences, but there is no abandonment or surrender to Jesus Christ. When we get into difficult circumstances, we impoverish His ministry by saying, “Of course, He can’t do anything about this.” We struggle to reach the bottom of our own well, trying to get water for ourselves. Beware of sitting back, and saying, “It can’t be done.” You will know it can be done if you will look to Jesus. The well of your incompleteness runs deep, but make the effort to look away from yourself and to look toward Him.

Timely reminder to believe with all my heart and soul and mind that even when I am not able, He always is. 

Christ the Picture of the Tabernacle

It always amazes me to see how the Old Testament consistently points to either the coming of the Messiah or His works. Everything in the Old Testament (which will henceforth be referred to as the OT) was written for a reason, and the reason was to point God’s people in the right direction. And that included the construction of the Tabernacle and its function, which, to be completely honest, tends to bore me with all its measurements. After today, I think I’ll be taking it a little more seriously.

I was just doing a little bit of reading when I learned that in John 1:14, when it says “The Word…made his dwelling among us” the word “dwelling” is actually the same word as “tabernacle” in the OT. And as most Christians know, “The Word” was none other than Jesus Christ Himself. So you could more or less read that verse as saying “The Word is tabernacled among us”, and basically, yet another role of Christ, if I may put it that way, is to also be the Tabernacle, on top of being the high priest, king, saviour, Passover lamb, etc. And the tabernacle was not something to be taken lightly.

A little background for the uninitiated: The Tabernacle of Moses was the dwelling place of the holy God, who was (and still is), in all His glory and holiness, too much for His people, which like you and I, were mere sinners. The darkness of sin and His holiness absolutely could not collide, so the tabernacle was constructed so that God’s presence could dwell amongst His people, and so that His people could come to Him. It was rather simply, a tent with a massive courtyard surrounded by high walls and only ONE gate. Just one. And in the courtyard, there was an altar for burnt offering, or sacrifice.

The OT notes very specific instructions from God on exactly how the tabernacle absolutely must be constructed. No stone was left unturned, nothing was left to chance or imagination – all the way down to the kinds of cloth and their colours, the types of wood and the adornments, there simply was no space for alterations. There was only one gate to enter the courtyard, and then one way into the tabernacle, and even before you get to the tabernacle proper (i.e. the tent) you’d have to bring an offering with you – a male animal without blemish -to atone for your sins. I could go on, but I think this is sufficient to show that you only entered the tabernacle on God’s terms.

How does this apply to Christ? The prophets detail where Christ would be born, what would happen to Him from birth to death to resurrection, even down to Judas’ betrayal. Christ Himself said He is the only way to the Father (John 14:6) and that there is absolutely no way we can work for our salvation, and we know that He is the only true sacrificial lamb, free from blemish in a world full of sin. Are you connecting the dots yet?

There really is a lot more to be said about this (the veil which was eventually torn in two, the basin, the priests’ garments etc.) but that’s for you to read and learn for yourself. It is incredible that this much detail is reflected in Christ Himself, the one who has enabled us to be with God in all his righteousness and holiness. God isn’t just living among us, His entire presence is. As if we are worthy of that!

Hello 2015!

I’m very literally in the final hour of the first day of 2015, and to be completely honest, I don’t really feel like doing a write-up for the previous year, but I figured I might as well do the bloggy thing and get this out of the way.

There weren’t many significant things in 2014, but I’ll list those that stuck out at me the most:

1. The aviation disasters – MH370, MH17, QZ8501. My heart truly goes out to all affected by it. I remember the horror when I first read the news, the text messages telling me to be safe on future flights (not that I have much control over those, but thanks y’all), the unsettling feeling when people joked about them. Tragedies are never anything to joke about, and never something I will let slip easily. They are insensitive and callous, IMO.

2. The Twin going to Glasgow to continue her medical studies! Commence the parents wanting to send money to make sure she doesn’t go broke. Some things never change (but really, if you’re a JPA scholar anywhere apart from the USA and Australia, there’s a good chance you’ll have enough money to get by decently, but not extravagantly, naturally. You’re abroad to study not to live like a king.)

3. Going up Mount Kinabalu! That was something. I really enjoyed it, even though I didn’t make it all the way up. Full blog post here!

4. My sole surviving grandmother has diabetes, and it made some progression over the summer. I can’t communicate much with her due to a severe language barrier (I can’t speak dialects, which is a source of some regret I suppose), but she means a lot to me, so naturally I was, and still am, concerned about her well-being. Please take care of your health while you’re young and able. Your body is a temple of God, and it deserves all the care and concern you can give it.

5. I went to Prague. FINALLY. I say finally because I believe that in the batch of Malaysians that flew over to Poland back in 2011 with me, I was one of the few who did not visit Prague within the first 2 years here. We have friends in Prague, which is why it seems to be a natural decision to visit Prague at the soonest possibility. Now that I’ve finally been there, I can say that while it is pretty, I still like my good ol’ Krakow better. So biased.

6. I saw Michael Buble in concert! You mayyy only know him as the guy who makes amazing Christmas music (such as this one with Idina Menzel), but he makes some of the best love songs too! Which I adore, second only to sad melancholy songs. Full post here, although I fear it is rather incoherent a post.

7. Academic-wise, I would say it’s been pretty alright., Glancing through my academic transcript, I am very thankful to see an immense improvement from an incredibly dismal first year. The only thing that is set to mar my 4th year results seems to be my Pharmacology paper. I make no excuses for it. I disliked the subject and even failed one of the 5 tests we had to take throughout the year. No surprises that I will not be getting a brilliant final score for it, but hey, I’m still so grateful for God’s grace where my studies are concerned.

8. Speaking of God’s grace, I’ve definitely taken it for granted one time too many in 2014. He’s always been kind to me, and towards the end of my 3rd year (so sometime before summer 2014), I felt that He was just always paving the way forwards for me, and I think I grew too comfortable and nonchalant and ungrateful about it. I’m thankful that He’s been sending me tiny reminders through faithful Christians that He is the Giver and my Jehovah, and that I need to always have a good relationship with Him :)

9. Last place I visited this year was the UK! Flew over to Glasgow a few days before Christmas to visit The Twin and spent Christmas there. We also made day trips out to Edinburgh and Loch Lomond. Probably the best place in Glasgow was the University of Glasgow itself. It is a majestic work of art. Then we flew down to London for a couple more days. It’s my second time in London, and it’s as lovely as ever (minus the unending streams of people). We also made a day trip out to Cambridge, where we bemoaned our lack of intelligence. What I would do to be smart enough to study Medicine there. Sigh. All in all it was a brilliant trip! Great place, wonderful company, good food. Miss it all already!

10. Spent the very last day of 2014 back in Krakow, in the company of some friends from church, where we shared food and wine and champagne and laughter and hugs with each other. There’s never any better way to celebrate anything than with people who you care about, and who love you just as well!

This post is already too long, so I’ll stop here. As usual, I make no resolutions for the new year, but as always, I shall continue to endeavour, by the grace and love of Christ, to press forward into the unknown and strive for perfection and to be mindful of my errors.

God bless all you wonderful people as we enter a new year! :)

Paranoia

I was almost pickpocketed twice yesterday (or rather, about 12 hours ago), and now I can’t seem to fall asleep.

Those of you that follow me on Twitter may have seen me tweet the following:

“Oh wow. Some foreigners just tried to pickpocket me. The nerve.”

Which was followed up minutes later with the following tweet:

“Ok now the two of them are following me. What the heck. Follow me some more and I’ll take you straight to the cops.”

The story was that I needed to get British Pounds because I’ll be heading to the UK in a couple of days, so I went to the bank to withdraw a nice sum of Euros. Instead of a crossbody handbag that I normally use, I had on a backpack, and of course, my purse was in the backpack, albeit buried low beneath my other things. After making the withdrawal, I walked about 15 minutes to a currency exchange (we call them kantors, so I’ll just refer to them as kantors henceforth) to convert them to Polish zlotys and then to Pounds (that’s just how it works here).

The street I was on had 4 or 5 kantors, and I decided to convert my Euros to zlotys in one shop, and then go down two shops to convert the zlotys to Pounds. I was in line at the first kantor, replying a couple of messages when I felt someone bumping my backpack. That isn’t an uncommon occurrence – often people accidentally bump into you when you’re in line and they aren’t paying attention to their surroundings – so I moved forward a little and ignored it.

Then it happened again. This time I turned around and sharply eyed the person behind me, mostly because I was annoyed. There wasn’t one, but two Romani-looking women behind me, all decked out in massive black scarves and long black clothes, and a bright-coloured beanie each. The more aggressive one of the two wore a purple beanie, so we’ll call her PurpleB. Again, I shuffled a bit so that I wasn’t standing directly in front of them, thinking that they maybe had a problem with not being able to stand still, for whatever reason.

THEN I heard a zipper sound. My bag has zippers. Instinctively I turned around and swung my bag off to find that, surprise, surprise, one compartment was unzipped just wide enough to comfortably fit a hand in. I was shocked and didn’t know what to do, so I glared at PurpleB (who was shuffling her hand under her massive black scarf) and kept my bag in front of me after making sure nothing was missing from that compartment. It was then my turn at the kantor, so I got my zlotys and headed down the street to the next kantor.

At the next kantor, just after I had changed my zlotys for Pounds, I saw PurpleB’s head peeping at me through the door, and then quickly ducking out of view when she saw me looking at her. At this stage, I was thoroughly annoyed. I knew they were up to no good, but I just wanted to get home and didn’t think much about it. I kept my purse and walked out the door.

I walked maybe 100m, turned around, didn’t notice them following me, so I leisurely made my way to a tram stop to get home. The walk probably took me 10 minutes, and as I neared the stop, I felt a slight pressure on my backpack. There were many people around so I didn’t think much about it (argh, why was I so silly!). Then I saw the tram arrive and I did a little jog towards it, and for whatever reason, I abruptly stopped about ten paces from the tram and I felt someone ram right into me.

I turned around, and guess who it was. Yep. PurpleB was back.

She panicked and ran up that tram, but at that point I knew they were trailing me and I absolutely did not want to get on that tram. So she hesitated and got off the tram (she was really just bad at trailing people). I decided that I could probably get on the tram and try to lose her by getting off at the next stop. When I got on, she and her buddy got on too. We were somewhere near the front of the tram, so I quickly pressed my way through the crowd of people to the back of the tram to gain some distance and check if they had successfully stolen from me. Thankfully (!!!) all my items were intact even though they had opened one of the zippers halfway.

PurpleB just kept making incredibly obvious moves to keep an eye on me from the front of the tram, when I lost my patience and snapped my phone out to make like I was taking a photo of her. It worked for a bit – she stopped peeking at me.

At the next stop, I quickly alighted the tram AND THEY FOLLOWED ME DOWN. ARGH.

At this point, I was beyond irritated. I wanted to get on with my day and they were ruining it for me. The tram had stopped right behind a zebra-crossing, and there was a small crowd of people there waiting for the light to turn to cross the road, so I stood with them and just death-stared PurpleB, who decided to duck behind an advert at the tram stop. Said advert was perhaps 30 paces from where I stood.

While I was deciding what to do, I saw PurpleB deliberately, and very obviously, sneak a peek in my direction (I tell you, they would not make good spies). I was so fed-up, I could have screamed at them. Right then, the light turned green and everyone started crossing the road. Bear in mind that the tram was still positioned behind the zebra-crossing, so what did I do? I dashed right across the street and behind the tram hoping that they wouldn’t see me.

Near the corner of the opposite street, there was a tall kiosk with opaque walls. I was super desperate to lose them, so I thought, you know what, I’m going to hide behind this kiosk. I didn’t think it’d work, but it did. I lost them just by hiding behind a kiosk! Hurra!

At that point, I was borderline furious at being made to resort to such actions, annoyed at myself for not knowing what else to do, and ever so slightly nervous that they were still following me. So I just stood behind the kiosk like a weird creeper and kept an eye on my surroundings while replying tweets and texting to appear normal. The owner of the kiosk probably thought I was a vandal of some sort and got out of her kiosk to stand somewhere near me and pretend to sweep non-existent leaves. Thank you random lady, you truly made me feel a lot safer.

A friend reached out to me, and his place was only 10 minutes away from where I was, so I quickly made my way there with many glances over my shoulder. It was there that I started to feel incredibly nervous and anxious. I probably talked a LOT to cover up my (rather mild) anxiety, but I really did not want to leave. When I eventually did 2 hours later, I definitely spun around every 2 minutes or so to make sure no one was following me.

And now I’m telling you all of this because a) I am super paranoid that there are people waiting to follow me around and rob me when I leave the house tomorrow; and b) I am nervous. I feel like anyone could break into my apartment and rob me.

I, and everyone else, deserve the right to walk around town and not feel threatened or worried. It’s served to make me further distrust the foreigners in Poland. I’m not saying that all Polish people are upright and all foreigners are crooks (because I am very obviously also a foreigner here), but at least temporarily, this is not an impression I will easily discard. I am up now wondering if I could have done something differently, or rather if I should have done something differently, like call them out in public, but I felt like there was no way I could have proved it? But I don’t know, you feel free to tell me if I could have reacted in a better way.

If you’ve read the entire thing, I applaud you and thank you. I know that my anxiety is perhaps slightly irrational, but I can’t help it. I will be glad to leave this city for a bit, I’ll tell you that. I am now going to go talk to God and thank Him loads for His grace and protection. *breathes*

Michael Buble in Krakow!

So as the title says, Michael Buble was in Krakow recently! THE Michael Buble! The one with all the soothing Christmas songs (that are all totally relevant year-round), the bubbly singles, the romantic relaxing tunes, the constantly-on-repeat covers of the good ol’ oldies. That fella was here. In Krakow.

And I was at his concert, watching him sing and shimmy and all that good stuff on the 4th of November! Ack!

If you can’t already tell, I am fangirling very hard. I fangirled even harder when he got up on stage (have I mentioned how much more handsome he looks in person?)

A photo I stole from his Instagram account of him in Krakow! http://instagram.com/p/u8Sh4EpS-V/?modal=true

A photo I stole from his Instagram account of him in Krakow! http://instagram.com/p/u8Sh4EpS-V/?modal=true

I know that in this age of happy preppy pop music, people like Michael aren’t nearly as popular as, say, Katy Perry or Nicki Minaj. But hey, he is superb at what he does, and I like to think I’m a bit of an old soul who generally prefers slower tunes, with the occasional addiction to catchy ones.

The concert was held at our spanking new Krakow Arena, and my friend and I got there 30 minutes earlier to find our seats. It took us a TON of wandering around and receiving misleading information from the stewards before we stumbled into the VIP area and noisily made our way to our seats (which were not in the red-cushioned VIP area, sadly).

Then Naturally 7 came on to get the party started! I’ve never heard of them before, much less hear them sing, but boy were they good! They are an acapella group consisting, you guessed it, 7 people, and they mimicked the sounds of instruments sooo well! It was insane. They don’t call it acapella though – they call it vocal play. What a neat little term. Anyway, I thought their Wall of Sound and cover of Fix You were incredibly good. The recordings were nowhere close to properly demonstrating how good they really sound live, but click the links and listen to them with headphones on, maybe it’ll be just as awesome!

Krakow Arena all decked out in purple and gold in anticipation of the Michael Buble!

Krakow Arena all decked out in purple and gold in anticipation of the Michael Buble! Crappy phone picture quality, but hey, whacha gonna do about it

At around 8pm, The Man came on. He began with so much pomp and splendour, his voice resonating across the entire stadium as he shimmied his way through You Make Me Feel So Young. Almost everyone spontaneously got up on their feet, because how could we not! He made seamless transitions from song to song, pausing to joke and interact with the fans after every 3 or 4 songs. He even gave his band credit and let them do their own thing while introducing each one of them. Come on, how many other artists do that?

It’s supposed to be a tour promoting his latest album, To Be Loved (which is a beautiful work of art!), but he also included some of his older songs, and performed covers of some more popular songs too(!) such as Taylor Swift’s rather annoying We Are Never Getting Back Together and Daft Punk’s Get Lucky. I was just disappointed he didn’t perform any of his Christmas hits. Those are seriously some of his best yet.

Michael Buble Krakow Arena

In the middle of all of that, heart shaped confetti started raining down on us! Some people grabbed handfuls of that stuff and threw them about, danced in them, and eventually took them out of the stadium and littered the pavement with them.

It ended at around 10pm, and I couldn’t decide if I was upset that it was over, or if I was simply too excited from it all. It’s amazing to see an artist you like so much perform live. It’s even more amazing when you realize that he sounds even better live than he does in recordings. I just asdfghjkl.

That was money well spent, is all I’m saying.

And in case you’re interested, I’ll leave links to a lousy quality video I recorded of him singing That’s All, and a short clip on Instagram of him singing Moondance, because I love both of those songs. Some of the best songs ever, in my opinion.

I’m off to fangirl a bit more, then get some shut-eye before I end up being too tired to function in the morning. Ciao!

Haters Gonna Hate, Hate, Hate, Hate, Hate…

… baby I’m just gonna shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, shake it off, shake it off!

So goes one of Taylor Swift’s singles from her latest album, 1989.

I love T-Swift, and I am absolutely nuts over that song (I actually have it on right now). But that line about the haters? It bugs me to no end.

I may possibly be in the minority here, but I’m thoroughly fed up at how pop culture has taught us to define haters. Sure, T-Swift is super popular, so naturally, she’d have people who hate her for no reason at all, the way people did (and probably still do) with a certain Justin Bieber.

But the rest of us common folk? Unless you’re a perfectly horrid individual (which I am hard-pressed to find), you probably only have one or two people in your life who dislike you intensely for a reason that makes perfect sense to them, but so many people now seem to think that “haters” refer to the people who:

a. criticize you;

b. advise you to do something you do not want to do;

c. disagree with you;

d. refuse to applaud your achievements; and

e. are less than cotton-candy sweet to you

Come on. Aren’t others allowed to have an opinion that differs from yours? What happened to accepting criticism with gracefully, and handing them out with love?

Are you so impeccably flawless that any word against you simply must stem from a deep-set feeling of jealousy and hatred towards your stunning perfection?

Let’s be real here, guys. There will always be people who dislike you or the things you do, but that doesn’t make them a hater. The same way you disliking what your friend does does not mean you hate them.

Not every person with an opinion is a hater.

Throwback: I Hiked Up Mount Kinabalu, Sabah!

Long, long post ahead!

Some months back, one of my friends suggested an East Malaysia trip, with the highlight being a hike up Mount Kinabalu. Myself and 5 other people jumped at the opportunity to push our leg muscles to the limit, so along with the fella who made the suggestion, we found ourselves in the city of Kota Kinabalu (henceforth referred to as KK), Sabah, Malaysia on the 19th of August, 2014.

A little background: Standing at 4095m above sea level, Mount Kinabalu is the tallest mountain in Malaysia, and one of the tallest in Southeast Asia. I’ve only ever been up half of one mountain before this, that is Mount Murut in Sarawak, but that wasn’t much compared to what I was about to put myself through.

Mount Kinabalu

Mount Kinabalu. Not really. This is just a view along the hike up.

 

To even attempt to ascend Mount Kinabalu, you have to have a permit, and we obtained ours under a package by Amazing Borneo Tours. It cost us almost 900MYR per person, just for the permit, a guide, transportation to and from KK, and lodging and boarding while we were on the mountain. Pricey? You be the judge.

At 6.30 in the morning, we climbed into a van that would take us to Timpohon Gate, the starting point of our hike. We spent the night before in a condo unit right in the heart of KK, where I shared a room with 3 other girls. None of us got any sleep. Pro tip if you’re going to hike for hours on end: GET SLEEP. Maybe we were too anxious/excited/nervous, but being sleep-deprived wasn’t too great. Adrenaline kept us going well enough, though.

Not too sure about this, but we probably reached Timpohon Gate about 1.5-2 hours later. We unloaded our bags, met our guides, were briefed, and off we went!

The trail around the 1-2km mark

The trail around the 1-2km mark

I get the feeling that many people think hiking up a mountain is pretty simple stuff. While it wasn’t incredibly difficult, it still was challenging. The terrain changed considerably along the way, beginning with very steep and earthy steps, moving on to granite boulders and slippery slopes, clay earth, and even more slippery boulders. You could definitely try the hike even if you’re just the average, not-so-fit Joe, though. You would just have to climb very, very slowly.

The trail around the 2km mark

The trail around the 2km mark

The first part of the hike was 6km long, to our base camp at Laban Rata, where we would spend the night before attempting to ascend to the summit. We were told that most people take about 6 hours to reach Laban Rata. The fastest member in our group eventually reached in a little under 4 hours.

Personally, I made it in almost 5 hours. I cleared the first 4km in about 2.25 hours (yay!), but then altitude sickness slowly crept in.

Part of the trail, also somewhere at the 4-5km point

Part of the trail, also somewhere at the 4-5km point

At about the 4.5km mark, it was already about 2500m above sea level. I began to feel very dizzy and nauseous, and out of all the medication I had packed, I forgot to get altitude sickness pills. What a stroke of genius.

By the time I reached the 5km point, I was ready to give up. I could barely breathe, and everyone who passed me was stopping to ask if I was okay. I later learned that I had turned so pale, that there wasn’t any colour in my face. How long did it take me to cover the remaining kilometer? A whooping 1.5 hours.  I probably stopped to catch my breath every 200m or so.

Out of the seven of us who climbed that day, I suffered the worst from altitude sickness. The rest of them barely had any symptoms. Take-home message? Bring your pills. Who knows if you might be that weakling who hyperventilates at higher altitudes (i.e. yours truly).

View of a helipad from Laban Rata

View of a helipad from Laban Rata

 

View from Laban Rata. I wish my lens was more powerful, because somewhere in the greenery is a small village, that is very visible if you're actually standing there.

View from Laban Rata. I wish my lens was more powerful, because somewhere in the greenery is a small village that is fairly visible if you’re actually standing there.

It was 2 in the afternoon when I reached Laban Rata. I rested, changed out of my wet clothes, and pulled on thermal undergarments and a windbreaker. It was a little chilly up there, around 5 degrees Celsius, I think? As my breathing and heart rate both began to normalize themselves, I felt a lot better and thought that I could possibly make the climb to the summit the next day, at 2am.

Until I came down with food poisoning 2 hours before we were supposed to start.

I had gone to bed at around 7pm, and at 11.30pm, I woke up and started throwing up! When I started throwing up bile and hyperventilating all over again, I realized that I had gotten food poisoning for the umpteenth time. I don’t know if I have a weak gut, but I seem to come down with it a little more often than most others, and at all the inopportune times, it would seem.

I took my anti-emetics, went back to bed, but when I woke at 2am, I realized that I was still very weak. And that it was raining cats and dogs outside.

I said,"Boss, posing mari!" He laughed, pointed me out to his friends, then grinned for the photo.

I said,”Boss, posing mari!”
He laughed, pointed me out to his friends, then grinned for the photo.

At the canteen, they told us that we would have to wait for clearance to climb to the summit because the path up was all steep rocky slopes, and rain often turned many parts into mini waterfalls, which meant greater danger for the climbers. So after waiting an entire hour, with the rain still not letting up, we were told that the ascend was called off. What luck. One of my friends informed us that the previous year, weather only got in the way 7 times, and none of the 7 were in August!

I was not-so-secretly pleased with the decision, because if they hadn’t called it off, I would have went ahead in my weakened state, and I would probably have suffered very badly because of that. But everyone else has my sympathies. It was still a waste, and I regret it slightly, but not enough to complain about it. Instead, I went back to sleep and then walked around to take more pictures.

Laban Rata, Mount Kinabalu

Some climbers decided to still take the risk though, and went ahead in spite of that. 2 of those climbers were part of our group! And they did make it to the summit! The rain cleared midway through their ascend up the 2.7km hike, but it was still slippery and one of them slipped about 10 times. The guide was with them all the way to keep them safe.

After they reached Laban Rata and had rested, we began our descend.

Part of the trail closer to the 6km mark

Part of the trail closer to the 6km mark

Everything was wet and muddy and somewhat slippery, but going down is definitely a lot faster than going up. It has to be said though, that all our knees and calves were already sore, so there were many grimaces and “Ouch’s” on the way down.

Part of the trail, also somewhere at the 4-5km point

Part of the trail, also somewhere at the 4-5km point

One of our guides, Iging, who also doubled up as our porter.

One of our guides, Iging, who also doubled up as our porter.

Two days after that climb, we were all still going down staircases like 100-year-old grannies. You should have seen us grasp the railings and slowly inch our way down, with our faces contorted to make us look like the most attractive people on earth. The pain is real. So real.

After all that’s said and done, it was worth it. All the muscle aches and vomiting spells and dizziness were all worth the climb. It was a shame that 5 out of the 7 of us didn’t make it to the summit, but hey, we still have a future ahead of us, and who knows, maybe we’ll attempt it again at some point. :) I just thank God for keeping us all safe, and for keeping me well, albeit a little unhealthy up there.