Challenging Kinabalu

Challenging Kinabalu
by Martin Evans
by Martin Evans

We’d finally made it! After hours stuck in a cramped bus full of noisy Bornean farmers and families, we reached the seaside town of Kota Kinabalu, commonly known as KK and Malaysia’s easternmost regional capital. The town was an attractive, provincial colonial outpost until it was raised to the ground by Allied forces during World War II. All that remains is the old post office, which now houses the Sabah Tourism Promotion Corporation (STPC) where you can pick up sightseeing info, and a few old houses on Jalan Gaya. However, the town has some other interesting places to visit, including the observation point on Signal Hill (Bukit Bendera) which we reached after a 15 minute climb past the quaint clock tower. From there we had a wonderful view across the aquamarine bay to the rickety stilt villages on Gaya Island.

We hadn’t come here for sightseeing though (although we did spend an afternoon wandering round the informative Sabah State Museum, with its reproduction longhouses and photos of the old town); this was the starting point for our tour of Mount Kinabalu, which raised its grey head tantalisingly on the southern horizon.

Full of excitement, we got on the bus at Jalan Tunku bus depot for the 1.5 hour ride to our destination. The road wound through paddy fields full of ibis and water buffalo, past small wooden villages and the Crocker Range of rolling foothills into the Sinsuron pass, up through dense forest. Finally we pulled into the "park headquarters", a small complex of buildings which included the reception, a souvenir shop and our first night’s accommodation. As the sun was setting, the clouds lifted briefly, offering a glimpse of peaks which seemed like frozen flames. I could see why Asia's largest mountain's name meant "sacred home of the dead"!

The next morning, as we passed through the Timpohon Gate, which marks the start of the 2000 metre plus climb, our guide pointed out a sign which showed that the fastest time achieved in the Kinabalu Climbathon was 2 hours, 45 minutes! Then I found out they not only ran up the mountain, the time included coming down. The mind boggles!

The way was steep but well defined, with steps and ladders to get up the really precipitous sections (note: you could do with a shooting stick). Lining the path was a profusion of lush ferns, their curling leaf-within-a-leaf form reminding me of fractals. As we climbed further the surrounding greenery grew darker and more tangled; I imagined it populated with ghosts and spirits - it wasn't only the rapidly dropping temperature which made me shiver at this juncture.

Our patient guide had paused up ahead to wait for us, and he showed us a pitcher plant, one of the oddest, and most gruesome, of flora. Their tall, vase-like stems and deep colouring hide a well of fluid not unlike stomach acid; any insects unfortunate enough to be lured in by the pungent smell are quickly dissolved and absorbed. Piercing the gloom of the misty forest we spied tiny fireworks of orange, white and purple: some of the 1200 species of orchids that can be found in the Kinabulu National Park’s 750 square kilometres.
The going got harder; less oxygen, fatigue and our over-stuffed backpacks made our pace increasingly slovenly, unlike the locals who persisted in bounding on cheerfully, carrying gas cylinders and other supplies which we presumed were for the guesthouses further up. Before we gave up for the day we took a peek at the Paka Cave, at about 3200 metres, just off the main trail. More of an overhang than a cave, our guide explained that whilst it might not look like much, it had historical significance as the resting place of Hugh Low, a British botanist who attempted to reach the summit in 1851.

The forest thinned and we got our first view of Laban Rata, an imposing structure built on the Panar Laban plateau – it looked like a miniature Himalayan monastery, shrouded in mist. Although basic, what it lacked in reliable hot water it made up for in views. This was the tree line; below us lay forests, above nothing but rock and clouds.
After an early night we were woken at the ungodly hour of 2am by our guide, determined as we were, to see sunrise over Borneo. After breakfast with our groggy fellow adventurers, we set off in the freezing darkness, torch beams zigzagging the barren mountainside. This was when the real climbing came in, and I was glad of the 2 months backpacking which had shaped up my deskbound muscles. From this point on it was nearly all ladders and ropes and we were both glad we’d brought insulated gloves and head-mounted torches. Climbing the ladders in the dark was tricky work and slow, as whenever someone stopped above for a rest, so did everyone else. Then we were hauling ourselves up ropes over an escarpment and finally fell gasping, into the Sayat-sayat way-station huts.

Slowly the landscape began to reveal itself through the gloaming; a wild, wind weathered landscape. Above were tall peaks, barely outlined against a sea of stars. This was the Summit Plateau, again oddly named as nothing was remotely flat here; the ground lurched and curved upwards, to our final viewing point, tantalisingly close.

We reached Low’s peak just before dawn, exhausted and thirsty, but glad to have made it. Although not the highest peak on the mountain (it’s short by 69 metres) it’s the most readily accessible to amateurs like us and still afforded an amazing panoramic view of the surrounding countryside.

As the glorious sun broke the horizon, we could see the glittering sea and the yawning chasm of Low’s Gully dropping into blackness to the east, then the coastline, arcing westwards and, as the sun rose higher, the great inland forests and hills of Sabah. The sun turned the clouds, above and below, into a fantasy of red, orange and pink. There was complete silence, as we turned and looked south towards Indonesian Borneo and the province of Kalimantan.
The silence was broken as a spontaneous cheer broke out as the sun cleaved itself from the horizon. Although hard going at times, we’d managed to climb South East Asia’s highest peak, and the sense of achievement stayed with me on the way down. It’s one of those trips you don’t need a camera to remember; the experience will stay indelibly etched on my brain for years to come.
Notes:
If you’d prefer a solitary experience you can avoid the rush and the hanging around on ladders by waiting for the dawn lovers to get back at about 6am; the sunrise is apparently just as pretty from Laban Rata, although you don’t get the 360 degree version. Always check ahead (preferably from Kota Kinabalu) to see what the weather has in stall; overcast, windy or rainy weather can make the going a lot tougher and the view disappointing.
If you’d prefer a solitary experience you can avoid the rush and the hanging around on ladders by waiting for the dawn lovers to get back at about 6am; the sunrise is apparently just as pretty from Laban Rata, although you don’t get the 360 degree version. Always check ahead (preferably from Kota Kinabalu) to see what the weather has in stall; overcast, windy or rainy weather can make the going a lot tougher and the view disappointing.
The Kinabalu Challenge, organised by UK charity Raleigh International, is held twice a year and involves races through jungles, rivers, mountains and seas. This year the first section will be held between April the 22nd and May 1st 2004.
The Kinabalu Climbathon, 2nd -3rd October 2004, is in its 18th year and has become the deciding race in the Skyrunning World Championship.
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