Part 8: The summit.... After what seemed like the shortest sleep ever, Alfred woke me unzipping my tent. 'come on or we will miss the sunrise' he beamed. looking at me all sprightly and full of life, even at this early hour. I was starting to think that this man was a machine - no one is this chirpy after such little sleep!! Unfortunately the rest of the camp decided on drinking till they literally collapsed - they were going nowhere. I heard laughs and jok...

Part 7: Mount Batulao...* On the day of the trek I hoped coach would have allowed us the luxury of some extra sleep - sadly for me I was sorely mistaken!! We were up at 5.30am and ready for another fitness session on the bay. And not an easy one at that, but thankfully I was fairly acclimatised to the heat by now and it didn't drain me as much as before, or so I'd thought! It was still gruelling nonetheless. Then it was time for a delicious guilt free, Ameri...