Dear Diary,
I made it alone. The solo drive
from JB to Tangkak, the solo hike of Gunung Datuk and the solo drive from
Tangkak to Tioman. I made it all alone and it was quite an accomplishment for
me. I have never done anything like this alone. I have driven alone from Subang
Jaya to Tangkak but I supposed that was natural. Many others would do that too
but this time, it was different. I felt a great sense of achievement and I knew
I can do it again.
The climb of Gunung Datuk was
smooth. There were many hikers and I did not feel alone although I was alone. I
ended up climbing with one guy that I met during the hike. He was old and over
friendly. He tried to make me feel so comfortable that I got annoyed with him. I
honestly felt like kicking him, perhaps watched him rolled down the mountain
while munching on my snicker chocolate bar laughing hysterically. That man is
one cheeky old man. I swear.
I took 1 hour and 45 minutes to
reach the summit and I can see how I improved so much. This is the second time I
climbed the mountain. I took more than 3 hours the first time I climbed it. That
was 7 years ago. I did a night hike that time with 3 other climbers. It was fun
and more challenging. But this time round I must say that it is even more
challenging as I was alone and I only had strangers climbing with me.
When I reached the summit, it was
raining and I was shivering. I did not have any jacket or windbreaker. I did
not think it was going to rain. The wind was blowing strongly and when you are
up at the summit of a mountain, you have nothing to block the wind so you will
feel cold without any extra layers of clothes. I wanted to stay longer up at
the summit but I had to go down as I was getting cold. I know how much longer I
could take and at that time, I knew if I stayed longer I could have gotten
hypothermia. I decided to climb down as fast as I could.
Climbing down was a breeze except
that I really wanted to pee and there was not any suitable site that I could do
it. Gunung datuk is a steep mountain and the only track that is most
comfortable to stand without sliding down is at the track. I cannot be
answering nature call in the middle of the track with my pants down. I tried to
hold it but it got worst as every step I took going down hurt my bladder. I could
feel that the water in my bladder is screaming to get out. It was either I waited
and suffer or I let it go regardless of where and how. I had to do it, I knew I
was desperate to pee. I came to a spot where I sat on the roots of the trees,
without taking off my pants I simply peed. I was alone and I made sure that I would
be alone for a good 15 minutes at least. That was the plan. I knew I had to do
it but leaving the pants on was a cover up in case some other climbers bumped
into me.
Don’t think that was gross Diary.
Desperate times call for desperate measures. That is how you survive in the
jungle, in fact, anywhere else. You got to think to solve. Anyway, it was
raining on my way down so I knew the rain would have wash the urine off my
pants by the time I reached the bottom of the mountain. I was already dirty and
sweaty, I did not really care what others would think of how I smell because I knew
they could not do any better too.
I reached the foot of the
mountain in 45 minutes and I headed straight to the toilet, wash myself with
the icy cold water with my clothes on. I felt as if I was going through some
cleansing ritual or something. I bought myself a delicious ramlee burger and a
cup of hot coffee. Went to my car and drove back to Tangkak. That is how I did
it Diary, my way, my style and I loved it. The next day, I drove to Tioman and
it was another chapter of experiencing adventure alone. I will tell you about
it soon!!