Ok, Firstly, I posted three back dated blogs the other day. Indonesia - Sumatra, Bali & Gili T just in case you haven't read them already.Secondly I finally managed to find a PC stable enough to load all pics so far.Finally, I have done it again, attempted to climb a bloody Volcano this time. Now forget all the moaning and groaning me and Dan may have done since Aug. This by far turned out to be the worst 5 days of my life. Everything that could have gone wrong did and with full force.Let me start from the beginning. As you know I had just enjoyed a few days chilling on the beautiful island of Gili T. I said farewell to the London boys and headed over to Lombok where my plan was to get on board a boat to Komodo Island to see the dragons. First problem, they were not leaving in my time frame so this was a no go. Instead the travel guy talks me through other activities in Lombok. Top being the 3 day trek to Ranjani (3725)m. Thinking about how bad the Nepal trek was but also thinking I have been a complete lazy cow the last few weeks I thought a bit of exercise was needed. So second problem I sign up for the next day.I'm picked up at 5am from my hotel and driven for an hour to the office to leave our bags, check in for permits and pick up the guides and porters. When then drive for another hour or so in the back of a van to out starting destination. Even at this point I was thinking s*** what have I put myself up for but hey, a little late now.So we begin, bags on backs and stick in hand. At this point we just seem to be trekking over rolling hills, every time we got to the top of one, we had to go back down to get back up the next… the usual. After out first stop about 2 hours in, the guide decided to tell us that in another hour after lunch it will get much harder. Nice, I already look like I have jumped into a swimming pool, so lunch comes, which was bloody good by the way. noodle soup with rice and veg. We set off and almost immediately you can tell its going to be hell. The path is quite literally straight up, with no grip. Just loose gravel. So every two steps you took you slid back down ten. At this point the guide decided to tell us that we had about five hours of this to go. I'm nearly in tears at this point as it was sooooo bloody hot and hard I just wanted to turn around and go back. Anyway I somehow managed to muster the energy from somewhere and we arrived at base camp at around 6pm in time for the sunset which was actually beautiful. The tents were put up and we all practically sat holding each other as it was so cold. We all had our entire wardrobes on but it wasn't doing anything it was still freezing.Problem number three, I couldn't eat any dinner as I was feeling really sick so I went to bed early thinking it was just because I had pushed myself so much I was just tired. That night was something else, the stomach was churning and I needed the loo and i needed it right then, I unzipped my tent in the pitch black on the edge of the mountain and walk with my torch and toilet roll in the direction of the loo. About 5 paces in two wild dogs start barking from out of nowhere. Well although I was tired I soon flew back to my tent where I sat and hoped they would go away. Realistically this wasn't going to happen and I had to go now, so dogs or no dog's im getting to that loo. I thought if I got attacked someone would hear me in the camp. So I walked very fast to the toilet hoping that the dogs were all bark, which they were, and pretty much spent most of the night there. By the time we were all up in the morning I was in a real bad way and couldn't keep any breakfast down. The guide decided that I had to go back the way I came as I wouldn't be able to continue on the route they were going as it became more difficult. So I pack up and head off back down the 8 hour mission the way I came.So weak, hungry, being sick, going to the loo every ten mins, with a non English speaking guide, walking straight down this ridiculously steep mountain, sun beaming down, legs shacking and with one bottle of water and that's not even the worst of it. I managed to slide down a huge drop and smack into a rock at the bottom and somehow push my big toe nail so hard that it lifts off and back into my toe. So you can imagine I was in a pretty bad way but had no choice but to get off this god dam mountain and get into a bed somewhere. Finally and with who know what energy i get back to the office and negotiate with a local to drive with the few hours back to town where I grab the nearest available hotel and sleep. The next day I attempted to get up but couldn't walk as all my muscles had locked up for the near future. I still had the worst stomach and no drugs seemed to be working.So five days of no food, hardly being able to walk and for what a few pics and a smashed toe! Honestly this will be the last time you read that I'm doing any form of trekking ever again.Im back in Bali for my last few days recovering until my flight to Sydney.Catch you all soonShenel