The sun was already scorching hot when we started the trek. I was dreaming for a cold splash but we always ended up gulping hot air as drops of sweat fell on our faces. With a huge pack in my back and a heavy camera bag in front, I could not even remember how I managed the five-hour hike to the crater with the harsh heat.
JUMP-OFF POINT. Everyone gears up for the 4-5 hour hike to the crater. UPM members enjoin that we do warm-up before starting the trek.
ROCKY TRAIL. The long and enduring trek started, a barren land with amazing rock formations along the vast horizon.
GETTING WET. These little streams are like oasis in this vast, barren land. It refreshed us somehow.
BOULDERS. I've seen rocks in all sizes as we reached a greater height.
PARTS & PIECES. Some rocks have funny formations.
COVE OF ROCKS. From here it was all dusty and rugged.
GUSHING WATER. If your packs are heavy, it's difficult crossing the stream.
The trail going to the crater was far even worst than I thought it would be. Rocks in all sizes, huge boulders everywhere, and a never ending stretch of volcanic sands—the place looked forsaken. There were no trees to hide from and the water source for drinking was still a few hours away. I was thinking then, "What the heck am I doing here?"
In between bursting sweat and heavy hauls, I told myself, “That crater must be that feckin’ beautiful to make all this effort worth our while!” Motivating oneself has always been a very good resort and with the image of the turquoise-colored of the crater lake on my mind, I think no amount of pain would ever stop me from reaching that little piece of paradise.
Along that 5-hour hike I learned a lot of things.
I learned to endure pain more than I thought I could. It was mind over matter; pain is nothing unless you acknowledged it!
I learned to live with what I have. I was thirsty all the time. I was hungry most of the time. I wanted to whine but thinking that I was the one who encouraged my officemates to join this challenge, I kept my whining in silence. I had at least a hundred of thoughts running inside my head while I was making the hike and it somewhoe kept me entertained.
I lost my shades 15 minutes away from the crater. I had to go back to the trails and looked for it like some idiot looking for a cent in the bushes. That piece of eyewear has a sentimental value. I bought that during my Kota Kinabulu trip with Charl. The shades was on-sale and Charl coaxed me to buy one as a birthday gift to myself. Anyway, I never found it.
Next post... the crater lake!