“Say yes to new adventure” was probably what’s in my head when I accepted the invitation to hike Mount Kjerag. It was such a short notice, I’m not prepared, I haven’t even owned a pair hiking shoes yet! It’s about eleven at night when I said yes and at eight next morning we already drove our rental car to Kjerag.
It took us around four hours to get there because of the speed limit and stuff. We joked about how we can reach that place in two hours if we’re in Indonesia. LOL! The road trip was amazing. The view is out of the world. Well, surprise surprise! Turn out I moved to one of the most beautiful place in the world. Some of my friends who have been to Iceland said that the view on our way to Kjerag is pretty similar with Iceland (but I still need to prove it myself, don’t I?)
We started to hike around twelve. Less than ten minutes and I realized it’s a biggest mistake in my life. I never hiked a real mountain before and I’m the most un-fit person I know. Kjerag is definitely not for beginner in my opinion and you need to be physically fit if you wanna hike there. It’s more like rock climbing than hiking even from the beginning and I almost gave up right away. Thankfully I was with some of the most supportive friends ever. They’d never let me go back down and helped me like A LOT (both physically and mentally). Honestly don’t know how my life would end up if I went there alone as per usual. So thank you so much to Ahan, Anton, Anisa, and Bintang!
It was FOUR hours to climb the mountain and got to Kjeragbolten (the stone hanging between two cliffs) and about the same time to get back down. There are three peaks so we need to ascend, descend, arrive at beautiful valley, up again, down again, second valley, up again, down a little bit, and then there’s an easy terrain for about 20-30 minutes walk, and we arrived at Kjeragbolten. Imagine that TIMES TWO for the journey back. Damn! I was about to wave to the helicopter (which circling around the mountain) to take me back down.
Jump to the stone wasn’t particularly difficult though. All you need is a little bit of courage and confident. And oh did I mention that the stone is hanging almost 1000 meters above the fjord below? It’s a “slip and game over” kinda situation. So better do not look to the fjord below before jumping to the stone.
In some spots I genuinely felt like I’m about to fall and die, for real. So guys, you have no idea how much effort I put to get that freakin’ picture you saw on my Instagram, Facebook, or whatever. But anyway, I still can’t believe that I managed, I’m alive, with no broken bone, and no dislocated shoulder this time (thank God!) I won’t forget this experience for the rest of forever.
Thanks again to my friends who helped me a lot, taught me patiently about hiking techniques, and kept my spirit up for eight freakin’ hours! I learned so much from you all.
Somebody told me this quote:
“Everyone can be our teacher and everyplace can be our school”
Well, that particular day my school was pretty awesome, wasn’t it?
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