The Shaman Ali's Fall (Lata Bomoh Ali)

 

                                                     The Shaman's Fall (Lata Bomoh Ali)

              " AWAS - SESIAPA YANG MENGAMBIL ATAU MENCURI BENDA-BENDA DISINI AKAN DITIMPA MALAPETAKA" ---- BOMOH ALI

A translation of the above Malay language is as follows:  "BEWARE - CATASTROPHY SHALL BEFALL ON ANYONE WHO TAKE OR STEAL THINGS HERE" --- ALI, THE SHAMAN

The message was found on a piece of laminated paper tied up to a tree, near an unregistered named waterfall deep in a jungle, more than an hour's hike from the trailhead to Mount Nuang, the tallest peak in the State of Selangor, Malaysia. While unauthorised message is quite common in the jungle, however what set apart the notice from the norm was the tone of the contents - it may be construed as A Curse laid upon a Culprit by a Shaman!

I've joined a Facebook hiking group which is called roundMalaysiaround led by the head honcho, Dominic Koo to visit two small waterfalls which were hidden beyond the overgrown path off along the well-trodden trail to the camping site of Lolo Camp. Unknown to the general public until recently. the waterfalls are virtually secluded and unnoticed by even the regular hikers. Waterfalls hunters are primarily responsible for seeking out such falls and indirectly brought its attention to the mainstream trekkers.

After registering with the Park officials in Pangsoon, Ulu Langat, we proceeded to the former logging road, a mixture of gravel stones, bare red earth and even short tarred surfaces. After about forty minutes, about three quarter length's journey of the road, we got off the main track to the right side which has a few durian trees and a small hut. Dom had to chop and clear the thick undergrowth on the left side of the hut to expose a meandering trail down a path until a T-junction. Here, taking the right turn to a path will enable a hiker to proceed to the direction of the two waterfalls which are nicknamed Lata Nyur (Lata Berembun) and Lata Bomoh Ali (Shaman Ali's Fall). Both falls at a distance of 250 metres apart are located down below different slopes along a stream that is parallel with the path.

 

We proceeded forward until towards the end of the path and hiked down carefully along a steep rocky slope with the aid of a rope fixed at the site to a stream which leads to the Shaman Ali's Fall; just a few yards away. A pool at least 7 feet deep with cascades at the background and a rope dangling high up from a thick branch of a tree above the middle of the pool provides a smashing time for those who can swim and able to climb up the vertical rope!

                                                   An acrobatic display by a Norwegian. The New Tom Cruise!

                                                     Lata Bomoh Ali

 

Surprisingly, a notice prompted a warning at the site. Since the fall is made known to the public a little over a year ago, perhaps the exclusiveness to some vested individuals ceased to exist. A shaman named Ali decided to put a curse on anyone who dares to pick anything found at the site and keep it as a momento.

 

For trekkers who regularly venture into the jungles and forests for umpteen years in this part of the world, the wilderness can be construed as someone's domain or even spiritual enclaves. Hence, we are truly visitors to the word! Sensitivity and respect goes hand in hand in such places, lest we forget, we might be "punished"  for our carelessness by seemingly forces of nature. Tales of misadventures are sometimes linked to blatant disregard to such "rules".

 

I've heard of a story from a local about a certain mountain here in the country that when things are found, for example a keris (Malay dagger) or whatnot is actually meant specifically for someone to inherit it. Perhaps, these are some of the "things" that may appeared at the Fall here and prompted the shaman to put up the notice. Such gifts perceived to be from the supernatural world which possess certain magical powers to the beholders. Even if the stories are not true, it's wise not to take home anything found nor succumb to any temptations in the jungles. The mantra "Take Nothing but Photographs, Leave Nothing but your Footprints"  has an aura of civility in any nature excursions!

                                          Coming down a slope to a stream to Lata Bomoh Ali.

 

We had a great time at the fall and later set off for another called Lata Nyur. We backtracked up  to the main trail to continue the hike. However, some fallen branches and twigs had obscured the path to the second fall and only much later managed to locate the track that branched down a slope to a stream. Carefully we trod down the slope that ended with a flat bed of peebles and a pool that connects to Lata Nyur at a corner via a narrow foot deep water-gushing ravine. Either you swim across the pool, or clamber up on the right side onto a foothold 10 inches wide that has  protruded out at the side of a cliff  and maneuver your way together with your hands on any crevices found to the narrow ravine. Here, it will lead to a giant roofless chamber-like room with  water splashing down to a pool at a depth of your waist only. We had a splashing time again at the fall and the echos reverted around the chamber akin to a private party at a pool!

                                         Photo Credit: Dominic Koo
                                                       Lata Nyur

Who would have thought that such a cosy place exists near where hundreds of hikers trek every week, just a few hundred metres off the main trail? Surely these pools, Lata Bomoh Ali and Lata Nyur, still pristine and unpolluted are some of the natural gems located deep in the jungles at the backyard of our capital city of Kuala Lumpur. As for the dire warning from the shaman not to take anything, it might be as well also in sync with our nature's mantra!

                                                    Rough sketch of the trail map - Not according to scale.

Lata Medang, Lata Mecu & Lata Jerbus

            The storm was brewing in earnest to a point of no return - unabated. The water rose so high that the two survivors hiked up a mountain to escape the raging waters and finally clinging on to a sturdy and tall tree. A big flood has developed and gradually everyone in the village drowned in the swirling waters.

          The echoes of the epic Great Flood permeated in the fabric of many ancient cultures. For the Temuan tribe, the 3rd largest indigenous people in Peninsular Malaysia, the incident too cast a dark shadow in their culture. The fascinating legend occured thousand of years ago - a time that will live in infamy. For the perceived sins committed that displease their god, Muyang then sent a disastrous flood which wiped out humanity except a couple - Mamak Bungsuk and Inak Bungsuk. The duo possessed an enchanting mantra which successfully kept the storm at bay. Ultimately this action saved their lives while stranded at a huge tree atop Gunung Rajah (Royal Mountain). The newly minted Adam and Eve who hailed from a Temuan village of Kampung Pertak entered into Temuan's folklore creating a new lineage, and all its descendants are traced to them. Mount Rajah (5,526 ft), located at the border of the states of Selangor and Pahang became the ancestral home and a sacred mountain to the Temuan tribe who are now found from Pahang down to the north of Johore.

            Not far from the present location of Kampung Pertak about 4 km away is the peak of Bukit Kutu (3,456 ft) - the 2nd most sacred site for the Temuans. The area where the giant boulders are located at the peak is revered as a fertility site. Between Bukit Kutu at this part of the range and Mount Rajah, lie at the hinterlands, the hilly sprouted waterfalls of Lata Medang and Lata Mecu - perhaps part of the remnants of the big flood that had subsided thousand of years ago!

           I'd been roped in to be one of the guides as some of the hikers have forgotten the way to the waterfalls due to the many junctions and forks along the trail. We started from Kampung Orang Asli Pertak, off the trunk road to Frasier's Hill, where we had left our cars. During the fruiting durian seasons which occured twice a year ie: months of January to February and June to July - trucks and lorries would converge here to collect these fruits to sell at the towns and cities.

                                          Lata Jerbus - The dirt road is above the embankment on the right.

             Due to a misunderstanding, another group had set off much earlier without my knowledge and  thinking that they had not arrived, I'd decided to wait for them at the trailhead near the first suspension bridge. After a fruitless wait for quite awhile, I'd then sped off to catch up with the other group. A few junctions later, Lata Jerbus loomed ahead but it's located on the left side at a lower terrain and parallel to the trail. Most hikers missed it totally, as one has to get off the trail down an embankment to view the waterfall in its full glory. During the durian seasons, the local Temuans will harvest the fruits from the inland and brought them out in a basket attached to the back of their motorbikes through the trail cum dirt road here. A few lone trucks tried to plough through the soft dirt road resulting huge pot holes albeit limited advances hoping to secure more fruits ahead of others waiting at the trailhead towards the end of each season!

                                          Leaving the Sg Luit valley - At this fork, take the right to ascent.

                                          Thereafter, at this fork, take the left.


      After over a kilometre along the road trail, lies a fork and at the left is the direction towards Lata Makau and onwards to the overgrown trail of Mount Rajah. The other right fork, branches out and ascent a slope to the direction of Lata Medang, leaving the Sg Luit valley. After about 20 metres, another fork awaits and this time to the left to continue along the hilly terrain. There is a small stream running across  the path ahead along with a few landslides and short makeshift trunk bridges over some crevices. Trekking along a ridge enables one to spot the flora and fauna such as mousedeer, the "resident" hornbills flying overhead and other birds.  The average time taken from the trailhead to Lata Mecu at a slow pace is about 2 hours. Since I'd quicken my pace, I've managed to clock under 80 minutes to catch up with my group at Lata Mecu.

                                         A hornbill bird shrieking above our heads on the ridge.

                                                    Sketch Map - not to scale.

Marcus, the German Shephard dog and Lata Mecu

     There is a nice pool to dip and swim at Lata Mecu while the camping site is suitable for a group of 6 persons. To proceed to Lata Medang, there may be some confusing trails so it's better to hike along the riverbank. Many hikers had overshot the destination and veered off  from the last waterfall (See the sketch map).  A few cascades grace the background of the fall which is consisted of the Upper and Lower Lata Medang -  A pictureque and marvellous sight!

                                                    Lata Medang
                                                
       The waterfalls, still in a pristine condition, are not a frequent haunt for the regular hikers due to the remoteness and unfamilliarity of the trail. However, it's fast becoming popular as more trekking enthusiasts begin to hear about them. Hopefully, in the future, the pristine condition can still be maintained. Afterall, with due respect to the God, Muyang, we would not want to compromise the cleanliness there and accidently incur his wrath either, won't we?

                                         At the first suspension bridge - Myself  at the far right.
                                                   Photo Credit: Suzanne Ng

The Trail of Mount Yong Belar (7,156 Ft.)

                 At the highlands, a convoy of 3 military vehicles were slowing down toward a sharp rising bend at a bottom, before the road steeply inclined upwards. Suddenly, shots rang out and the bullets accurately found its marks through the windscreens of the jeep at the front and the rest of the vehicles; more poured at the sides. At the end of the day, 4 soldiers were killed, one dying and scores wounded. A civilian from the Malayan National Board (MEB) was among the dead.

                The ambush occured on the 2nd of March 1950 at a road was set up by the Communist Terrorists (CTs) just beyond Brinchang,  then a village, some 6 miles from Tanah Rata, Cameron Highlands in the State of Pahang, British Malaya (now Malaysia), at the height of the local communist insurgency. The convoy was caught in the ambush while on its way to Blue Valley to recover a vehicle belonging to the electricity board which had gone off the track and slid down deep into the jungle. (Facts extracted from Britain's Small Wars)

                Cameron Highlands was once a hotbed of communist activities many decades ago. It was also one of the gateways from the southern region to the ridges of the Titiwangsa Range, spanning a few hundred kilometres across mossy forests and thick jungles to the borders of  Thailand, a mere 3 weeks of hiking. According to an ex-army personnel, the route was tranversed up to 40 times by a veteran communist insurgent during its heyday and located along the paths of the 6 peaks of mountains  at a height of over 7,000 feet. which are called Mt Yong Belar, Mt Korbu (another gateway), Mt Yong Yap, Mt Chamah and Mt Ulu Sepat respectively. For an aspiring mountain hiker in Malaysia, having summited all the above mentioned peaks and Mount Tahan (highest in the Peninsular) from a different range, categorised fondly as G7 mountains, is considered a great personal achievement! With the surrender of the CTs in 1989 and all booby traps cleared off from the ridges, the restriction to the Titiwangsa Range was thus lifted.

             In the '80s and '90s, only a handful of groups organised hikes to the Titiwangsa mountains. However, with the influx of affordable GPS handsets  and in particular, the Facebook network have spurred countless groups into existence paving a way for more young and old generations together to embrace the rough and tumble in the jungles. One such group was led by the energetic, Ray L. and accompanied by his mentor, Wong whom he calls Master or "Sifu". I found myself hiking with the group on a day's hike to the summit of Mt Y.Belar which normally requires an overnight trip at the peak as I had done twice more than 10 years ago.

             Hitched a ride in Benson T.'s car and instead of using the long and winding road which sloped up to the highlands where the ambush took place in 1950, a new highway emerging from Simpang Pulai near Ipoh was used. In his fifties, Benson who is a newbie to the mountains, was a tad worried that he may not reached the summit before the turnaround time set at 2.00 pm.  So, the hike was a race against time for him. In the car were Chen B., a lady trekker, Vincent L., another recent hiker, and a flora photographer enthusiast, Vincent G. We arrived by nightfall at the Chinese's Kwan Ti Temple in Kampung Raja near the Blue Valley, and got a place to bunk in overnight free of charge!

  

              The next morning, we boarded trucks for a bumpy ride through a vegetable farm in Blue Valley and were dropped off at a dam in forty minutes. The trailhead started with a long flight of stairs on the right side of the dam. Thereafter, at the top and minutes later, a nice flat track at a distance of a few hundred metres has now turned into countless mini swamps. Ten years ago, there was only a lone 3-inch pipe in diameter along the entire track. Now countless illegal pipes, some leaking water straddling along the entire length and width like giant ugly-looking worms fighting for limited open space on the ground. One has to tread carefully on the slippery pipes as stepping on unstable ones will sink your foot together into the water and thereby trapping it between the pipes. Stepping on newer ones will increased the odds of not falling off the pipes!
  
           After crossing a stream and up a ledge, the trail continued along a flat terrain to the left of an abandoned shack infested with swift's nests. On the right side of the shack was a former trail. indistinct by now, which was used years ago connecting to another hillside and to the back of the Blue Valley farms. Having changed from sandals to trekking shoes, we bolted into the faraway hills. After a slippery slope at the hillside, the terrain changed into a thick mossy forest; a hiker's delight!

 

 

                                                     Photo Credit: Vincent Goh

                                               Photo Credit: Vincent Goh

                                                 Photo Credit: Vincent Goh

    Choosing to follow closely while observing Vincent G. taking photos of the variety of flora, a sleepless night and insufficient training, had somehow affected my momentum. After only 2 hours of hiking and finding myself at the tail end of the group, I've decided to stop at a small peak with a view of the Mt Y. Belar's peak at a faraway distance! Not wanting to push on anymore, I rested and took a nap for a few hours. Dark clouds had gathered around the area from a distance and soon a drizzle commenced. From here, a few small peaks stand and one would arrive at the first campsite,   Kem Tudung Periuk, which has a water source. Thereafter, the final source of water is at Kem Kasut. The peak is just half an hour away for a hiker with a small backpack. At the peak, on a cloudless day, the summit of Mt Korbu, the other gateway to the Titiwangsa Range, can be spotted across a valley, reachable in a full day's hike into the night from Mt Y. Belar. By the time the last hiker reached the summit just after 2 pm, the rain finally poured out. Benson T. has made it to the peak, more than an hour before the turnaround time, which was an achievement and whatever trepidations he may had, faded away.

                                          Photo Credit: Jess Low.
                                                   At the peak of Mt Yong Belar with a background
                                                   view of Mt Korbu in 2002.

                                          Part of the surrounding view of the Titiwangsa Range.


             The return trip for tough hikes are more challenging, prone to lapses of concentration and maybe injuries. Compounded with the tropical rain, things can get quite rough ahead. I was wondering who will be the first hiker to appear at the trail back from the summit. Just then, someone appeared out and was quite glad to see me as he doesn't like to trek alone. Having turned back before reaching the peak, it's quite awhile before he meets any soul in the jungle.  So, we hiked together off the mountain until we reached the shack. Here, two hikers were running towards us and followed by another runner later in the hour. Then more hikers came down lead by Ray.

             We continued the journey back and encountered the pipes again. There were two sets of pipes running at the trail. One set goes down along a stream while the other up a slope. There was a hesitant moment as the paper markers marking a direction had either vanished or soaked in the mud. When we were heading the other direction in the morning, the other set of pipes weren't evident then. There was a plastic marker tied high up at a slope but it may lead to another trail while the lower pipes seem to be on a flat terrain. Having wasted much time checking out both ways, I decided to hike up the slope and thereafter managed to find a flat terrain high at the top. In the dark, returning hikers will have difficulty determining the actual route, which unfortunately happened to a couple as they wasted more than an hour locating back to this spot after choosing the wrong route!

          When I reached the dam, the first group had already left and driven back to the temple. Much later, smaller groups begin to troop down. Among them, Benson and Chen B; tired but elated. Some were hungry and the chocolates I had brought up came in handy. Back at the temple at 7.30 pm, but waited until 11.00 pm for the final truck, bringing back the last group of hikers. Among them was Vincent G. and they were on the mountain for more than 12 hours in the cold weather. I would certainly be among them too if I had continued the trek to the summit and thus avoided a personal odyssey! Of the 41 hikers, only 2 didn't reached the summit, and a great success even if destination was used as a yardstick.

                                             Standing at the left end: Myself. Photo taken at the temple.

           It was equally a tough terrain for the CT's decades ago who used the ridges along the Titiwangsa Range to escape from the enclosing dragnet set by the commandos in the British Army. Having raised our Malaysian flag at the peak during the month of our Independence Day, we should also take note of the sacrifices that took place near the Blue Valley, prior or after 31st August, 1957. These young men too played a part in ensuring a bright future and a democratic way of life. So, here goes their names in the following sequence:-

Lt. Richard W.J. (aged 20) and Sgt. Ritter C.R. (aged 21) -  Jeep

L/Cpl Haggart N. (aged 21) and Mr Yates, a civilian         -   Ford Recovery Truck

Driver Jones R.H. (aged 19) and Cpl. Hand F. (aged 26)   -   3-ton Truck

(Source: Britain's Small Wars)

         

           
                

Journey to Mount Sinai, Egypt (2007)

                       In the wee hours of the morning, under a moonlight terrain, the assembly of pilgrims and visitors alike, some mounted on camels have arrived at the last camel terminus, just before a basin. The final ascent to the summit of Mount Sinai (Jebel Musa) at 2,285 metres consisted of 750 slabs of stones courtesy of some medieval monks, begins, and was only slightly more than half an hour away. Unfazed by the scent of dry dung, a single traffic file of humans making their way cautiously in a moving mass up the ancient stairway. Minutes thereafter, at a bend; a young boy was seen laying down flat on his back besides the steps. "Its rare for a hiker to assume such a position at a slope", I muttered to myself, "Someone is in trouble here". I quickly exit the column of steps and make my way towards the boy who is being attended by a woman.........
                      
        A tall Egyptian man hopped into our bus and proceeded to sit behind the driver. As he was sitting down, he unbuttoned his cream suit and unintentionally revealed a gun pouch at his side. The bus was carrying 45 Jerusalem-bound Malaysian pilgrims from Cairo to the foothills of Mount Sinai in the Egyptian Peninsula. He was not formally introduced to us so we can only assumed that he was a security personnel attached to our entourage.

         Leaving behind Cairo and heading towards the plains in the desert etched an unforgetable experience in my mind. Hailing from a rainforest country, her jungles are teeming in foliage of vegetation and trees where the myrid hues of green are the norm. Here, nothing grows,  the vast wilderness of the terrain consists of sand, peebles, stones, rocks and bare hillsides with its own spectrum hues of brown; not even a single leaf to be seen miles after miles and such landscape momentarily dampened one's spirit! A great empathy arose to think of the fate of the aging Moses, a biblical prophet who set out to lead thousands of Israelites across the desert in searing heat to the Promised Land.
      
         Upon reaching the 1.63 km-long Ahmed Hamdi Tunnel which spans from the town of Suez on the African mainland to the Asian Sinai Peninsula, our Egyptian guide warned that no photos were to be taken near the entrance; just as a machine gun nest loomed into view mere metres away from the side of the bus. A jubilant mood prevailed in the bus as it thundered through the tunnel under the Suez Canal. During the period of Moses, the sea miraculously split in the middle for his people to cross the Red Sea while we get to sneak through below it!
     
        The bus arrived at a traditional site, the sixth station of the wandering Israelites from the biblical exodus era at a place called Marah. A fountain whose waters were so bitter that prompted the Jewish people to start murmuring in earnest throughout the entire journey. Moses promptly threw a log which took away its bitterness. Presently, this hamlet with a faraway view of the Red Sea contains a long row of huts selling trinkets and other souvenirs. Among the palm trees, there are several scavenging sheeps and near a centuries-old well, the Malaysian pilgrims lead by our Pastor Richard T. read a passage from the bible, prayed, and reflected on this episode.

        Our second stop was for lunch at a secluded beach resort facing the Gulf of Suez. Moving on to our next destination is Elim; site of another camp of the ancient Israelites with a few springs and tall palm trees. In a distance, the barren hills shimmering in colours of long horizontal broad lines of dark and light brown being laid out under each other along its slopes were a pictureque sight! Under the shelter of  the leaves of tall palm trees, our group had a short prayer session and a reflection before departing from the area.

        Our bus came to a stop beside a road and across it lies a small hill where Moses once stood on it and directed the fierce battle that erupted between his people and the Amalekites which ended with the latter defeat.  In Rephidim too,. Moses had to strike a rock with his staff  and miraculeously water came out forth to save his thirsty people. As we approached the rocky foothills with its peak sporting sharp potruding edges, curious locals swarmed around us and later watched us prayed solemnly at the site.

       Shortly after that, we continued our journey along the sides of the rocky outcrop towards a mountaineous region. Later the bus came into a halt and jolted me out of my nap. My cheek was  leaning on a glass window and as soon as my eyes opened, I noticed the barrel of a mounted machine gun stood pointing out towards the road.. A soldier standing next to it on a platform was slightly bemused at the startled look on my face. Our Egyptian guide generously offered some mineral bottles and promptly handed over to one of the soldiers stationed at the checkpoint. Our final stop for the night is the St. Catherine Motel, located a few kilometres from the foot of Mount Sinai.

      We arrived at our destination in the late afternoon. The motel is among a handful at the oasis, within the 4,350 sq ft of Saint Katherine Protectorate established in 1996, which emcompasses the mountains of Sinai (Jebel Musa) and Saint Catherine. At about 2.00 am the bus deposited us near the high walls of St Catherine Monastery to embark at the trailhead to Mount Sinai.

                                          Local legend says that an imprint of a calf was the mould
                                          used by the ancient Israelites to shape a "Golden Calf" 
                                          while Moses was at the peak.
                                

      Behind the forbidden looking walls, lie a scrub of the original bush, widely known as the Burning Bush which played a pivotal role in not only luring Moses over while tending to his flock of sheeps but also attracted countless monks, hermits and early Christians seeking refuge from presecution from pagan Rom. No less touching than the many tales that survive until this day is the story of  a couple, Galaktion and Episteme. Galaktion was born to a pagan childless couple resulting from a prayer to the Lord. Eventually, he met Episteme, married her and settled in Sinai with their followers as a monk and nun respectively but living separately. When the presecution of Christians surfaced here, they were hauled up, brought to Alexandria and tortured based upon their faith. On the day of their martydoms in AD 271 by the sword, they were finally reunited albeit a short time. St. Galaktion was 30 years-old while St. Episteme was just sixteen. The ruins of a monastery and a cave were named after them can still be spotted at the slopes of Mount Sinai along the Camel's Trail.

     Decades later in AD 330, a small church and a tower were added at the site of the Burning Bush as ordered by Empress Helena, mother of the first Christian Emperor of Rome, Constantine. When hostilities escalated in the region in the 6th century, Byzantine Emperor Justinian ordered a fortified monastery to be created. The decendants of the soldiers and servants from the Justinian era who intermarried the local nomads, assimilated into their culture and beliefs, are found among the Jebeliyah Bedouin. They have a symbiotic relationship with the residents of St Catherine Monastery throughout the centuries. While the Jebeliyah Bedouin assisted and tried to protect the monks from threats and turmoil in the region in the past, in return, they are employ as general workers; and any unsettled disputes among them are refer to the Archbishop to resolve.

      Unlike most of the Malaysians who prefered to ride the camels, accompanied by the cameleers, I'd opted for a hike up the gradual meandering slopes to the last terminus. After awhile, I saw my fellow pilgrim, Henry dismounted from his camel and seemingly unzipping his pants! Upon reaching him, he bitterly complained that he felt uncomfortable riding the camel along the gradual slopes as the potruding pegs at both ends of the saddle were hitting his crotch. He had to make an adjustment; whatever that means! Before the trip, the guys were instructed to bring and use a tampon for the camel ride but Henry didn't realised it then.

       At the last terminus and after sipping tea for one US dollar, we were ready for the final leg of the ascent. A boy was lying down at the side of the staircase and beside him was his sister and mother fanning away. I offered my assistance and upon hearing my voice, the boy raised up his head slightly and slowly sat up. The Europeans started hiking the night before for the summit and were coming down when the boy was too exhausted to continue. I promptly gave him some chocolates which were entrusted to me by another fellow lady pilgrim at the start of the hike. What a coincidence! After wishing them a safe return, I quickly rejoined my group and set off for the summit.

      Moses was handed the Ten Commandments by God at the summit. Thus, there is a willful expectation as one treads on the holy mountain. For the Jebeliyah Bedouins who have revered it since time immemorial, asking for good health and blessing for fertility are the norm. For the monks and pilgrims of the past and future, Mount Sinai is a place of worship to the Lord. Personally, I have asked for a sign or a message and it came quite discreetly via my walking pole or staff! While standing on a flat boulder waiting for the sunrise at the summit, my pole fell into an elongated crack, one and a half inches wide. It rested in a horizontal position, six inches in the boulder. Having regarded it as a momento, various ways were used to haul it out from its fixed position but all in vain. Finally, in a last ditch effort with a bit more light, and after surveying the crack that extended to the edge of the boulder, an idea struck in my head! With both hands holding another pole like a golf club, I slowly putted the pole along the crack and, hey presto, out of the boulder in mere seconds.  So, the subtle message was that a simple solution will present itself in due time by looking at matters in a wider perspective rather than a fixed one. Amen!

        "Nothing can exceed the savage grandeur of the view from the summit of Mount Sinai. The infinite complication of jagged peaks and varied ridges, and their prevalent intensely red and greenish tints"   ~~~  Edward Hall,  1885

Catching the sunrise and looking at such a beautiful landscape warms ones' soul whilst the breeze softly caressing our face. The Malaysian pilgrims sang a few Christians songs atop the summit among the different nationalities standing around, near an Orthodox church which was rebuilt in 1934.

     Every mountain has a story to tell and few revered as holy mountains. Critics have a field day disputing not only whether Mount Sinai or locally known as Jebel Musa (Moses Mountain) is the actual one mentioned in the bible, but also if the exodus led by Moses ever happened at all. Hitherto, the legacies left behind by the believers and the faithful are unrefutable. Saint Catherine Monastery, the beacon of a sentinel stands proudly from a different era, and the existence of the Jebeliyah Bedouins are the surviving and living testaments of these legacies.

    As we were getting off the peak and down to the foothills of Mount Sinai, the woman and children of the local Bedouins were standing along the trail trying to peddle trinkets. However, the gleam in their eyes betrayed an indomitable spirit in this God trodden-land; and the holy mountain, yet unrivaled, by any.