Mount Kinabalu, maybe the tallest mountain in South East Asia but certainly not a tough mountain :)
The trip to the top was during August with my family (my mum din follow us to the top though), of course was happy get to go up there. The adventure awaits (so was some not-so-bad-but-still-bad thing)
The trip started early in the morning, after registering and all, it started to rain, lightly, but of course, it did not stop us since it was small. So the climb begin. Through almost of halfway to the mountain it started...
My father cramp his leg, and we didn't have a portal service, so me and my bro help carry my dad bag up and the whole trip turn from around 2 hours to a 4 hours trip, during this part, I don't expect my father to reach main checkpoint. Then I remember....
(Back when I was coming home from Aussie on plane, there was a guy (SOME) which tell me lots of stuff, and one of them were his Mt. K.K. trip. He told his story as they were climbing, it was raining, then his friend leg cramped halfway through the mountain. Though all of them reach the main checkpoint but the it didn't stop there.
They were told that the previous group didn't make it to the top as the rain make the climb impossible, moreover, usually in those weather, it always misty, making the view very misty, adding up to that, their friend injury it not getting any better even after all those heat rub. He prayed hardly through the night, for his friend and the weather, then head to bed.
The next day, the rain stopped, and the best part, his friend got better and they were able to make it to the top, not only that, at the top, the view of mount K.K. during his trip was also a miracle as the weather became so clear even the guide was in disbelief! It really was a miracle, he said)
Back to the present, all I can do was pray and help my father out and we did make it to the main checkpoint but so it was, I wasn't actually going by my strength but Jesus was helping me all along, as we reaches the place, right at the moment, I "died", I could hardly walk and my leg was painful, not only that, my younger brother was about to get altitude sickness and thing were just going from bad to worse, fear of the worst that we might have to cancel the trip.
Even so, there I was, might be the same place with SOME, thanking God for able to make it at the place and it also stopped raining that night, but was also praying for my family and so of the weather also, then I went to bed (10pm).
2am, my leg weren't feeling at it best, my brother was getting better. Though, my father decided not to go further up. So left the 3 of us, climbing... It was fun but we stopped a lot cause my leg can feel the "crampness". I thought I might not make it at all, but praying does help, and we manage to reach.... Then there it was, at the top, the view may not be the clearest as it was cloudy on one side, but it was as clear as the eye can see on the other side, it was a very similar miracle to SOME!!
It was the best trip, not only my father make this trip possible for us, God was with us at that time too. Thank you, Jesus, Thank you too, Dad!
