My friends reached my place right on time, at 5.45am. We went to pick up another friend at Saujana Impian, before making our way to Broga. It was quite a dark and bumpy ride, and listening to my friend's stories of the haunted kind makes the journey more 'scenic'.
We reached the place around 6.30am. Being all first-timers to the place, we just followed the group in front.
Not once, not twice... I think we made at least three u-turns! And by the time, we found the right path to go to the vantage point (the one we always see in photos) - I was almost dead.
Ha! Guess what? My dear old friend, Mr Migraine decided it's time to keep me company. With my pounding head, I slowed down my pace. Told my friends to go on ahead and I'd follow through. I did not intend to keep them back, and definitely did not want them to miss the sunrise view Broga Hill is famous for.
As I slowly inched my way up, I started to feel dizzy. It's not a good feeling, believe me. I know I don't exercise regularly enough, but the trail wasn't that challenging, just a bit steep and narrow in certain parts.
Having conquered Mount Jasar (1,670m), Mount Beremban (1,812m) and Mentigi Hill (1,535m)before - Broga Hill should not be that tough. I don't know why I was finding it hard to even stand steadily at that moment. In my head, thoughts of fainting and rolling down the ravine made their apperances - but in my heart, I knew myself better than to just give up like that.
Probably a snail was faster than me at that point of time - but again, I took more steps forward. I started to gag! Can you imagine that? Usually, I will start to vomit when I get a really terrible fight with Mr Migraine.
So, at that point of time - I felt that I had no choice but to give up. I just felt disappointed and heart-broken.
My friends called me from the hilltop (oh, Maxis' lines work at that place!) and I just assured them I am alright. I tried to hide my disappointment with jokes.
I slowly started my solo trek down. Along the way, I took some photos... still feeling sad I missed the view on top.
It was such an easy trek, I could manage it without any struggle as I strolled downhill. I couldn't help but think that I shouldn't have given up. I almost turned back, to try to scale up again; but I did not.
This morning, as I was driving to church - I was still kinda down about the whole incident yesterday. I was still angry with myself for giving up, chastening myself and making my own life difficult.
Then it occurred to me - There are things in life that we could always get a second chance for. I could go up Broga Hill again next week, or next month perhaps. Meanwhile, there are other things that I could only have one chance to execute. These are the things that matter. One life, one chance.
After that moment of 'enlightenment' - I felt lighter, no more heavy heart. I began to mesmerize the food expedition post-Broga: we went to Seremban for nasi lemak with minced pork and special fishball noodle with lard; and to Senawang for curry laksa and iced coffee. If I had not been unwell - we would have gone on south to Malacca for cendol, satay celup, chicken rice...