By Nicolas Chan, 11
It was a Saturday afternoon. I was in the study room, solving Math problem sums with my mum. However, my mind was not focused on solving those sums. Instead, it was focused on the adventure that awaits me later in the evening.
I was going to Broga Hill with 30 other fellow mates. My father was the host of this trip. After what seemed like an eternity, everyone finally gathered at Causeway Point, waiting for the coach to arrive. We took a group photo and hopped onto the coach.
Before we reached customs, my father told us that the group photo we took was posted on Facebook. We were told to tag ourselves and other mates in the photo to take part in a lucky draw, so as to stand a chance to win a……..Kendama!
After we went through the customs, we were on our way to Broga Hill. The journey would take 4.5 hours. The stops we had were at Yong Peng and McDonald’s.
When we reached Broga hill, it was still dark there. Broga hill was more difficult than I expected. I thought that Broga Hill was just a long, straight trail. However, it turned out to be a steep, slippery uphill trail. But I am “sure” after all that ‘training’ for the past three days, I would make it up Broga Hill.
It turned out I am right!!
I walked up that hill effortlessly with my parents trailing behind me. My father told me to follow one of his team mates, Alice, to go up the peak first while he helped my mother climb up the hill.
When I reached the first summit, it started drizzling. Everyone took out their raincoats except me. My poncho was with my mother. Alice told me that once if it starts to rain heavily, we will turn back and head downwards.
I prayed hard that it would stop. However, it rained heavier and heavier. When we reached the 2nd summit, it was pouring. We started heading back to the foot of the hill. When we started to turn back, the rain stopped.
We were so frustrated.
We decided to go ahead and climb to the 3rd and last peak. That was when we saw my father chasing behind us. He told us that my mother and the other teammates were waiting for us at the 1st summit. Alice and I insisted that we go ahead and climb to the last summit.
There are 2 ways to reach the summit. One way is through a shortcut, but it is more dangerous. You have to use ropes and pull yourself up big rocks. Why is it dangerous? The reason is if you let go of the rope and fall, you risk knocking your head against the rocks.
The other way is much longer, but not so dangerous. The trail is just slippery, steep and uphill. At first, I wanted to use the dangerous way, but my father insisted I use the less dangerous trail. I knew that arguing with my father leads to nowhere, so we used the easier trail.
Finally, I, Nicolas Chan have reached the top of Broga Hill!!
Although the hill was only 400m tall, I was still very proud of myself. After we took photos, we started heading back down to the 1st summit. Personally, I feel that walking downwards is more difficult than going upwards as you have to put more pressure on your foot when you are going down.
When we were at the first peak, everyone was there waiting for us. We took a group photo there and started heading back down the hill.
My father, mother, and I were the last to reach the foot of the hill. There was a drink store down there. Everyone had a can of coconut juice or 100 plus. How refreshing! After that, we hopped onto our coach. We were on our way to a “rest and relax” stop to refresh ourselves, which was an hour’s ride away.
Upon reaching, my parents and I changed into a new set of clothes. “Much more comfortable,” I thought. Next, we were back again on the coach. It was another 2 hours to our next destination, Malacca. On the way there, my father played the lucky draw game.
He will read an alphabet. If your name has that alphabet, you have to raise your hand. If you are the only person with your hand up, it means that the Kendama is yours!
Soon we were at Malacca. We took many photos there. The plan was this: first Alice will bring us to the restaurant she booked. It was a Peranakan restaurant. Half of the food served were spicy while the other half were not. Since I am a big fan of spicy food, I ate a lot of the food there. Next we would be on our own. We can shop around that area, but by 3.50pm, we must meet at our meeting area.
Later, we were back on the coach ready to head back home. It was a 3-hour coach journey. After we had cleared customs, we were back in Singapore.
Although it was a short trip, I enjoyed myself very much.
Read about our other visits to Broga Hill:
Broga Hill / Gunung Tok Wan: Chasing the Sunrise and Entering into the Underland
Life’s Little Inconveniences On a Hill named Broga (Broga Hill, Malaysia)