Killing myself at Phu Kradung -- February 10, 2007

Okay, what was I thinking? I decided to take a day trip to Phu Kradung National Park for some hiking. According to Lonely Planet, the 6km trail was "not that challenging" and "is quite scenic." Home to various wildlife and peppered with cliffs, waterfalls and forests... sounds lovely right?

The trail is broken down into seven sections.... let's just say that by the second one, I was ready to die! This was no leisurely stroll through the forest; this was literally scaling up the side of a mountain by scrambling over rocks, trudging up a zillion stairs and climbing treacherous ladders. And because I had decided not to spend the night in the park, I was faced with a time limit if I wanted to catch the last bus back to my home base in Leoi, 1.5 hours away.

My hike turned into a test of physical will and strength - the park ranger said that it takes most people five hours to reach the top; three hours for those who were really booting it. Once I started, I couldn't turn back until I reached the summit (I'm kinda stubborn that way) so I plodded on.

Along the way, I passed many Thai hikers (for some reason, no western tourists) who were very friendly and sweet. One thing I can't understand though is their tolerance for heat. It was bloody hot and I was soaked in my shorts and T-shirt. Yet many of the Thai hikers wore long pants, jeans, jackets, sweaters etc. I would have fainted!

Well, I made it up in three hours! Whew.... I was so pooped that I was barely able to appreciate the spectacular view. I think this sign says it all ... i really did feel like I conquered Phu Kradung. Needless to say, my butt and legs hurt for days and I had to get several Thai massages (I know, tough life!).