The sky was beautiful. With the cool wind brushing across my face, cool evening temperatures were starting to fall. The journey down was slippery and at some places, dangerous. As it was getting cold, I put on my windbreaker, the only extra layer I had at that point of time. At many times, I stop to admire the amazing scenery I came to, and the vast greatness of the mountain region. Evening was truly beautiful.
Led by our trusty Orang Asli, well let's call him Abang (brother in Malay), Abang let me through even the toughest terrain even though he wore only slippers and shorts. It was nightfall. I handled my headlamp to him so he could lead the way. Surely we'll understand each other through sign language and simple words. On the way down, he made sure I followed closely and showed me where to hold, where to be careful at. Great guide indeed.
At the last quarter of the way down, we were joined by Abang's bros where we were led to the only river crossing we had, near base camp. As we got near the river, the gushing of water and the familiar lights of our team members gave me a sense of relieve as we were near base camp. The current was swift, yet shallow enough for me to cross. Soon after, I reached base camp, accompanied by the team leader.
Cold and tired, I was grateful to be given a cup of hot milo as I sat and untied my wet boots. Thanks Robin! After a quick wash up, I proceeded inside, where dinner was served. Damn, I needed it. Canned curry, Sardines, omelette eggs, long beans and white rice were reheated for us. Hot, satisfying food was a welcoming sight away from the troubles of the day.
The night ended early that night. Thinking back, the forest was beautiful. The forest had a gradual change in temperature as we got higher, where tree trunks grew thinner as we neared the top. Mission Accomplished I would say.