Hiking up Broga

One of the things that I have been excited about doing is hiking up to the peak of Broga Hill. I don’t know why but it sounded interesting. The idea is to catch the sunrise.


I didn’t know how hiking feels like. I am not really an adventurous person. Although I do like the idea of doing extreme sports, but I just don’t think my body fits this kind of sports so I have always been giving excuses to wait until I shed some weight. But that time, never came.

So last week, I just went ahead with it. I was the most excited person in the team. But deep down I was scared. They were making jokes about a fat guy climbing up the hill. If he slips, he will be rolling down the hill and will cause deforestation. It was a joke, but I was really scared it might happen to me. Not deforestation, of course. But the thought of rolling down the hill.

However, I was already halfway to Semenyih and I couldn’t turn back. We reached there almost 6am. It was still dark, but it was considered late. We knew that we would not make it for the sunrise as it generally takes you about 45 minutes to get to the first peak.

I didn’t expect to see so many people, so many cars parking by the roadside. We started walking up. I didn’t bring any bags with me, was afraid of adding more weight to my body. I just brought torchlight to lead my way up. It was really dark, and all I could see was my own footsteps.

Lesson I have never really learnt, is to have light breakfast before I do sports in the morning. People normally don’t eat, but I have to. Otherwise, when I am tired I will start throwing up like trying to get something out from my empty stomach. And yes it happened halfway up the hill. I stopped few times because I was so tired. My mistake again, I was walking behind a really tough guy that does not know the word TIRED. I tried to follow his pace. I didn’t want people to queue behind my back. Plus some Chinese fella started to yell at the back in Chinese, which meant something like “faster, after you can’t see the sunrise”. So I was damn pressured. Haha..

Penat giler.

There were one or two spots that you have to pull yourself up with the help of ropes and trees as they were slippery and steep. I couldn’t really stabilize myself. Because it was steep, instead of walking up the hill, I was literally crawling up to prevent myself from stumble. My biggest worry was, how the hell am I going to go down later.

There were four peaks, not many people know the last one. Some only settled at the third peak, as it was the most beautiful stop with exquisite scenery. The best spot to see the sun rise. We stopped there a little while to take photos. It was very breezy, and unfortunately it was cloudy, so couldn’t really see the sun. Nevertheless, the sceneries were so breathtakingly beautiful.

First peak

Second peak

Third peak

To go up the fourth peak was quite challenging, at least for me. Only one person can climb up or down at one time and you must use the rope to carry yourself up. Never in my life would I imagine myself being so adventurous, pulling myself up with the rope but of course with the help of the boys.

The last peak was nothing, really. Just a signboard saying that you have reached the peak. Nothing great about the scenery, just full of rocks and big trees.

Surprisingly, opposite from what others feel, going down the hill was much simpler than going up. Maybe because I could see my steps clearly and I could gauge how high and how steep was from one step to another. The parts where I had to use ropes when climbing up, I just hopped down or slide myself without having to use the rope. This time, I was really running down the hill.

Must try at least once.

Another good form of exercise, I believe.