Stupid Climb.

It was one early morning when I decided to go mountain climbing. I called the center at Kota Kinabalu and asked if I could book a time. They said that they would be free from 2pm and that there were a lot of people, but I was okay with it and agreed with the planning. I quickly ate a packet of Chipsmore cookies that I had left in the freezer for about 2 months in case of emergency, then quickly took a bus ride to the nearest jetty in east Malaysia. But the only boat available was a ferry so it took me about 4 hours, so I couldn't see anything else, and by the time I got to the Mt. Kinabalu place it was 2.30 pm and raining. Luckily the other people were still waiting there, and I insisted on going, so we did. Halfway up I got stuck to a tree and couldn't get out for the next few hours since everyone else wanted to go up first, so I was left there to starve and get even more soaked with the now banjir-causing rain. When they finally came down I had gotten out of the tree myself and was now at the top of Mt. Kinabalu, which unfortunately did not have snow anymore thanks to global warming. The End.