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Diamond in the Rough – Hiking the Mulanje Massif, Malawi

November 21st, 2007

Fingers tired from climbing and bums sore after some long drive days, we arrived at the base of the gigantic Mulanje massif in Malawi, rising violently some 2-3,000m from the plains surrounding it. The entire area is a national park with huts located throughout, offering weeks of potential European-style hut-to-hut walks through lush rolling hills. While climbing is possible, the walking potential was too good to pass up. The Hot Rockers broke up into groups and set loose, some for adventure scrambling, some for climbing, some for walking, with varying degrees of preparedness. ;) I set out for 6 days and 5 nights of hiking in the park. The experience was nothing short of magical.

We began by a combination of hiking and hitching to another end of the park along with few other Hot Rockers who were on a scrambling mission. We started walking in the heat of the day with sweat streaming, especially for Duane who insisted on carrying most of our food. “Training,” I believe he said. The man had something ridiculous like 18 cans in his pack. Cans! They go against every grain of my hiking body. That’s what happens when you plan a 6 day hike at the very last minute. End result: his shorts were completely drenched in sweat by the time we reached the top of the plateau. At least we ate well.

Mulanje, Malawi

Mulanje Massif, as seen from the base

Hot Rock members embarking on Mulanje

Hot Rockers already tired, and we haven't even started the real walk yet. From left: Duane, Matt, Emma, Drew, David, Jase

Children in Malawi

As usual, we were an attraction to local kids as we started out. :)

Cooling off in Malawi

A very welcome cool stream made the perfect lunch spot. Here David splashes Matt in a "waterfight"

After slogging up a steep hill for several hours, we finally topped out on the plateau and were stunned by the scenery. It really did look a bit like Europe! The air was fresh and cool, there was green grass, trees… with the occasional Mulanje Cedar-Cutter walking past us with a freshly cut cedar plank balanced on his head. I should mention they put us all to shame – 18 cans look like nothing next to a several-hundred-pound board balanced on the head. Worlds were colliding and it was beautiful. Our first hut was called Thuchila, and a fire was already burning in the hearth when we arrived.

Drew on Mulanje

Drew hiking up Mulanje

Mulanje Woodcarver

Woodcarver putting us to shame. These guys cut down the rare and highly coveted Mulanje Cedar trees, carve them into large (and heavy) planks and carry them all the way down, barefoot.

David topping out on Mulanje, Malawi

David finally topping out on the Mulanje plateau, hands raised in victory!

The next days saw us through varying elevations – to the top of the highest mountain in Malawi to lower forests, microclimates, fields, pools, and huts. We met some interesting folks and walked with more spring in our step each day, as the cans were eaten. ;) Everything was so… GOOD that we found ourselves repeating “This is soooo cool! Again!” every 15 minutes or so. I put it right up there with Patagonia as one of the best places I’ve ever gone hiking, and the best part is there were hardly ANY people. Stunning. Remote. Peaceful. I’ll let the pictures do the rest of the talking.

Peace-Out rock formation

Peace Out

On the summit of Sapitwa Peak, Mulanje, Malawi

Me on the summit of Sapitwa Peak (3,002m or 9,850ft)

Rocking Out in Malawi

Rocking Out

Hut in Mulanje, Malawi

The Pacific Northwest meets Africa

Bouldering pond, Mulanje Malawi

Bouldering in a pond

Hot Rock in Mulanje

I woke up in the middle of the night to use the loo, saw the stars, and decided to write Hot Rock in the dark. :) We were staying in Chambe hut, which you can just see in the shadows.

For more pictures, see the Flickr Malawi set.

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Hiking, Climbing, and Paragliding in Peru

July 19th, 2006

Hello hello! In Peru now. Showed up late one night to Lima and was warmly greeted by some friends of my mother, who ended up being incredibly hospitable and helpful. Definitely a great first impression to the country. :) I’m lucky because many travellers don’t like Lima all that much, but I had a pleasant time, mainly due to my friendly tourguides!

I have a bit more of a love-hate relationship with the northern Quechua countryside folk, however. While it was certainly fascinating to see people dressed the same way they have for centuries, with colorful dresses and ponchos, felt hats, and sun baked wrinkles on their hands and faces… I have never seen such audacity to ask for presents, handouts, and even steal things that were loaned to them. It is disappointing and has unfortunately affected my respect and attitude toward some of the locals. I have tried very hard to overlook and/or come to terms with it, but this has proved difficult. I so wish that I felt differently. Even in Cambodia, where people were begging everywhere (and definitely needed whatever one could give), it wasn’t quite like this. It is one thing to be in need, another to stoop to dishonorable practices to get ahead. This is not begging. It is manipulation and guilt-tripping. That aside, however, the people have been pretty nice. Apologies if anyone has taken insult to these comments.

I digress…

Immediately after Lima, I cruised up to Huaraz on a cramped night bus. The guesthouse I stayed at in Huaraz (La Casa de Zarela) is awesome and I highly recommend it. It is full of climbers from all over the world who are there to climb impossible routes in the Cordillera Blanca. I get along with these people, even though I am by no means on their level of adventure-seeking. They make me look like a giant pansy. They would certainly scoff at the giant centipede story… ;) Anyways, it’s been a blast to hang out with these kinds of people again, even though I’m back to speaking English and am successfully screwing up both languages.

Alpa Mayo, a popular climb

Alpa Mayo, a popular climb

One guy actually came across a dead body on his way to a climb. The man he found had apparently tried to paraglide off the summit, EIGHTEEN YEARS AGO, and didn’t make it. He had been frozen in a crevasse all this time. It was quite a story – the man’s sister came out from Slovenia and they were working on body recovery logistics while I was there. A bit emotional for all.

An old college buddy of mine, John,  was in Huaraz with his climbing partner, Asa. They were planning on going into the Huascarán and up an unclimbed route in the Pucajirca group, deep in the Cordillera Blanca on the Amazonian side. I decided to join them for the trip, as camp cook and caretaker (otherwise known as “camp beotch”) while they were up on the mountain. It got so cold at night that even the olive oil froze. Yes, we had olive oil! Burros (donkeys) and what I call “Ass Masters” (sketchy burro owners, see second paragraph) helped us bring all our stuff in, so we were able to throw in a few extra luxury items.

Lake near the Pucajirca

Lake near the Pucajirca

It took us a few days to reach base camp, climbing over 14,000+ foot passes and crossing valleys and rivers. We were out there for eight days in total. The boys kindly loaned me some of their cold weather gear, as I was by no means equipped for such a venture. While they made their attempts, I went on solo hikes in the area and had an absolutely lovely time. There were no other people around. Unfortunately for John and Asa, they did not summit (in my view, this was fortunate, as there were avalanches and rocks and ice coming down that mountain constantly, and the last thing I wanted was some sort of Touching the Void experience…). :)

Alpa Mayo and its moraine lake from the rarely seen "back side."

Alpa Mayo and its moraine lake from the rarely seen "back side" taken during one of my solo hikes.

A fun self portrait, "Eaten by the Rock Ness Monster"

A fun self portrait, "Eaten by the Rock Ness Monster"

It would have been nice to have had more time back there, but unfortunately after about 5-6 days it was time to look for a new “Ass Master” to help us out of the valley. We walked several hours and finally happened upon an attractive young family, and the man agreed to help us carry our load out of the park to the East.

Quechua family

Quechua family. John in back, I am in the front center. The man to my left guided us out of the park.

We made the trip in good time, had a few items stolen, and finally capped it off with a crazy 9-hour overnight bus (if you can call it that) ride. We eagerly gorged ourselves on a giant breakfast back at the hostel in Huaraz. Overall the trip was absolutely amazing, and I would love to do it again sometime.

After just 2 days of resting sore muscles in Huaraz, John dragged me (almost literally) up a 5,780m (approx 18,900ft) mountain: Vallunaraju.  This is considered a warmup peak for the real climbers. It pretty much kicked my ass – I’ve never been so tired in my life. Not only was it the highest I’ve ever been, but I haven’t really done any alpine climbing, other than a couple little peaks here and there, in YEARS.

Vallunaraju

Climbing up the back side of Vallunaraju, the summit in the distance.

We were going to go up the “easy” glacier route, but in the dark of morning, in typical John-and-Diana fashion, we couldn’t find the trailhead. We “decided” instead to go around the mountain to the back side, ascend it’s steep rock faces, traverse to the summit and descend our original planned ascent route. Sure, let’s make it harder, why not? Oh, and also people usually do all of this in 3 days, but we did it in one, door to door of the guesthouse. So yeah… I did mention I got my ass kicked, right? ;) But in a strange masochistic way I loved it. Being on the summit was a great feeling. I guess that’s why climbers climb.

Climbing up the rock faces of Vallunaraju's back side

Climbing up the rock faces of Vallunaraju's back side

Climbing Vallunaraju

Climbing Vallunaraju

John on the summit of Vallunaraju

John on the summit of Vallunaraju

Finally, I escaped Huaraz (hard to leave, really enjoyed myself there) and am now in Cusco, getting ready to see Machu Pichu at some point. Best part is, though… when I got here, I ducked into a random bar, sat with some random people, moved with one of them to another random bar where we met a girl and her friend who will randomly be on Wheel of Fortune in a few weeks, and then a random paragliding instructor sat with us and we all decided to go paragliding the next day. Random! :)  Best part is, we were all girls! Good times. So, of all things to do after that whole body-discovery experience in Huaraz, I go PARAGLIDING the moment I get to Cusco. And you know what? IT WAS AWESOME. :)

Paragliding near Cusco, Peru

Paragliding near Cusco

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Cat Fights, Dog Fights, Stick Fights, and Stupid Poultry

September 15th, 2005

In Malaysia, it’s cats. In Indonesia, it’s roosters. And on the east coast of Thailand, it’s packs of wild beach-dogs. There’s always something making a racket at odd hours of the night and early morning. Organic “Free Range” chicken has a new meaning… your dinner is running under the table!

I last left you in Malacca, the stately Malaysian town. Since then I’ve shopped in Kuala Lumpur, scurried through Bali and Lombok islands in Indonesia, and finally ended up back in Thailand. That’s the short version.

Petronas (Twin) Towers, Kuala Lumpur

Petronas (Twin) Towers, Kuala Lumpur

I travelled with a Kiwi bloke named Shea and an English Gap Year Kid named Dom, who happens to be a Harry Potter look-alike, for about 6 weeks. Indonesia is a good place to have guys along; being a girl solo here would have been a bit more annoying, I think. When you see women going fully clothed into the water, you know things are conservative.

Swimsuit not needed

Swimsuit not needed

Stick Fighting

Stick Fighting

So what’d we do? We went to Gili Trawangan, an island with no motor vehicles (notice the garbage buggy below) and very loud roosters that never learned that you’re only supposed to crow in the morning. Overall, it was a nice island, but I was ready for more adventure and a break from the beach. So we went off to climb a 3,726m volcano (Indonesia’s second highest) housing a deep blue lake in its crater – Gunung Rinjani.

Garbage Buggy

Garbage Buggy

The walk lasted 3 days, up and over the mountain, and we all underestimated the climb. Of course, the porters did the whole thing wearing flip-flops or barefoot!  Check out the terrain in the pictures and you’ll see how impressive that is. Harry and Shea wanted to kill me for dragging them up the mountain. I’m not kidding, they were actually brainstorming various methods of torture for me as they walked, and this disturbingly seemed to give them renewed strength to continue onward. Hm. Unfortunately Shea didn’t make it to the top, but Harry pushed through and we shared some summit time and spectacular views.

Shea and Harry (Dom) plotting to kill

Shea and Harry (Dom) plotting to kill

Me and our tiny little guide, with Kiwi Dan in between, on the summit

Me and our tiny little guide, with Kiwi Dan in between, on the summit

Token monkey shot

Token monkey shot

Next was a surfing adventure in Kuta, Lombok. We took lessons from an “instructor” who said such helpful things as: “There’s a wave! Go! Go! Go! Now AHHHHHHHH!!!!”  while waving his arms and pointing frantically. Meanwhile the wave would appear suddenly crash down on you and you tumble in a giant, natural washing machine. Funny thing is, that’s actually what you do. You see a wave, and dammit you GOOOO!! Hm.

Surfs up!

Surf's up!

Following this, our waterlogged selves made it to the artsy town of Ubud, back on Bali Island. We stayed there about a week, where I got a crash course in chess. We randomly went on a MISSION to find a hand-carved wooden chess set for Shea, who taught me how to play. It took me four weeks to finally beat him. Now I’m addicted and am carrying a chess set with me everywhere, hoping I can find people who play. Maybe I should just stamp “geek” on my forehead? One thing I really like about the game is that it passes all language barriers – you can play with anyone, even if you can’t speak to them! The body language during the game is entertainment enough.

Learning to play chess

Learning to play chess

The last stop in Indonesia was Legian, Bali. This is near where the Bali bomb went off four years ago. We surfed again (read: got pummelled) and visited a western-style theme park called “Water Bomb” where I felt like I was back in the States or Australia. It was a little disturbing actually.

Dont ask what Im thinking here... clearly, Im not!

Don't ask what I'm thinking here... clearly, I'm not!

After Indonesia, I headed back to Thailand.  Ended up on the east islands, namely Ko Pha Ngan, the island famed for its “full-moon parties”… which are basically a brilliantly marketed way to get thousands of people to visit the island once a month. I dutifully avoided the full moon so it was a lot quieter than it is reputed to be.

Sunset in Kho Pha Ngan

Ko Tao was the last island stop, famous for its diving and snorkeling. I went on two dives and on the first there must have been 75 other people in the water. It was ridiculous – of course I didn’t see many fish! Not to mention our useless divemaster – he actually RAN OUT OF AIR before his 2 clients, on a 45 minute dive, and had to use my octopus on our ascent! wtf. The snorkeling was phenomenal though, and free. I wish I had an underwater camera casing so I could show you how amazing it was. I even came across a shipwreck – SNORKELING!

Now I’m on my own again and heading north. I’d still like to see Chiang Mai but I hear it’s flooded at the moment, so I’m once again in Bangkok trying to figure out what’s next. Maybe I should go to New Orleans!

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