Revisit: At the top of SEA

My first and last climb of the highest peak in Malaysia and Southeast Asia (as formally recorded). That was in 1999 when I was 36. My husband who was in charge of the recreational department in his company, decided to head an expedition to Sabah. And climbing the mountain was definitely in the itenerary. I cannot remember how long we were there but we travelled from the west to east in September that year. Kinabalu was our last agenda, the climax.

My husband was in the white jacket. I was ahead of him to reach the top at around 7 am. My son was the earliest and was able to witness the beautiful sunrise at 6.30 am. 

Still on the way up. The wind was cold in that early morning

Looking down from the top of Kinabalu. Quite a number were clambering up to the peak.

On the way down. We were the last group to go down the mountain. And the slowest he had ever brought, according to our guide. We really took our time to savour the moment of triumphant. One sceptic pointed out the irrelevance of tiring ourselves trying to reach the peak. " What is it for?", he asked. Never mind. It was the opportunity to be there and feel how it was like to be engulfed in the clouds, to be standing high at the top, above everybody else and looked down and around at the creations of God. God is Most Great! Allahu Akbar! Subhanallah!

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