Shortly after reaching the top, probably around 5:30am. It's uber cold. Me, Jenifer, and our british friend whose strange name escapes meView image

The sun threatens to warm us View image

My santa hat keeps me warm, but more importantly, blinks in a left-to-right fashion, acting as a beacon to nearby airplanes. It also entertained the very cold mountaineers. View image

View of the mountain View image

The pre-dawn view of the craggy slopes View image

Jenifer, that guy whose name I still can't remember, and me - disproportionately tall somehow. View image

Oh yeah, his name is Dicken. As in Charles Dicken.

A regretfully blurry view of me in my full Heidi-type getup. View image

The sign that made the trip worthwhile. Worthwhile in that if there had been no sign, we would have felt jipped. View image

The moonscape of rock beneath the summit. View image

Ditto. Note the latecomers following the ropeline. View image

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Cats in Kuching View image

A typical Malaysian sight View image