The day after Boxing Day, it was a Sunday and the bunch of us went to hike and rock-climb at Mokuleía. We went with a group of sporty and adventure-packed friends who were familiar with rock-climbing, that was really important to ensure our safety, apart from trust. For those who might be familiar, Mokuleía was where THE LOST series were shot at. It was absolutely scenic and what I enjoyed about it most had to be the challenge I overcame. It was about overcoming heights and also what I thought I could not do, I realised I was a whole lot stronger.
This was ultimately the best part about the honeymoon, because it made me realise that I had indeed chosen the right man to be my husband. I realised that although honeymoon was about doing romantic things together, it was far beyond that and tells me quite a lot about our future together. I chose a man who was into adventure, someone who looks forward to tomorrow and never looks back. More importantly, a man who kept supporting me so I could climb higher.
Here’s my story about hiking and rock-climbing.

What Josiah and I realised that it was not a drive to the base of the rocks, but it was a drive to about 4km away from the base of the rocks.

This was what we had to endure first. Going through bushes, being scratched with branches.

We were to hike all the way up through rocks and insect-bites.

Of course there must always be a picture of evidence, since this is my first time hiking and rock-climbing. I carried the ropes up, so that was the additional challenge.

The view was absolutely amazing.

And it only gets tougher. I was getting icky! My camera lense reflected exactly how I felt when I was looking at the rest climb up. I was almost the weakest link. It was 4km of climbing up tough rocks like these and I had not worn the right shoes that gripped rocks. Either that, or the mud made it so slippery for me.

I was drenched by the time I reached up this level.

But the view was absolutely amazing. If you’re wondering, that’s THE LOST island at the centre.

Here’s a zoom in from my Canon Ixus 200 IS. I absolutely love this camera, it’s fantastic and zooms in so clearly!

I rested for a while before we started rock-climbing.

So nice right?
Josiah started climbing the 5.8 scale first. Those frog legs made it all the way!


So cute!

The challenging part was – not knowing where to hang on to and knowing that your entire body weight was supported by your hands and feet, with toes clenched. That’s why rock-climbing shoes have to be one of two sizes smaller.

Chalked hands that helped, but fingers were still tensed at the end of it. It wasn’t easy at all but it was a real motivation.

These were the shoes I wore.
Now here’s the real challenge for me.

I was fully concentrating and did not believe in my capabilities at first. I knew I was pretty light, but I doubted the strength of my arms.

I contemplated and hesitated so much, I didn’t even bother looking down. I was just trying to see where else I can hang on to.

I told them I felt like going down, I held a big sigh, but I heard Josiah telling me that I’m almost up there and I was like, “Really? Oh, then I’ll try just this once.”
The moment I said that, I felt myself finding solutions to reach higher up and above. I stuck my hand in cracks, used my body’s flexibility to my advantage and just pulled my body up.

Without realising, I was somewhere up there already and Josiah kept cheering me on.

I continued climbing as the rest supported me and told me not to give up.

I honestly did not know where to put my hands and my body was getting tired. It was only soonafter that I realised my mental strength was weak and I should snap right out of it. I did.

I still contemplated for a while and realised that I was about to reach the same spot the other strong guy went before that, and that would make me better than him. Competition really helped me. It was not just about being kiasu. It was knowing the fact that someone did it, and I can do it too, if not – better!

My mind was quick to work, and I was just reaching for whatever spot I could find to hang on to. I didn’t think I was going to die. I just did not bother looking down, although I did look backwards and the view of THE LOST island was truly amazing! I felt like mother nature was so close to me, and at that point didn’t think of the following:
- what if the other guy let go of the harness and rope and I fall right away?
- what if the rope snaps?
- what if I lose balance and hit my head on the wall or something?
- what if some big rock falls?

I didn’t think of all those things that my parents and your parents would think about. If I had not tried, I would not have known how beautiful it was up there. Before I knew it, I was already there.

It was an amazing feeling. I know now know why some people can be addicted to sports. It’s that high feeling of achievement.

At this point, I was on my way down.
The feeling was SPECTACULAR. I felt like I just went to a motivation camp on that 5.8 scale. My first time attempting it and imagine if I had tried a few more times, I will not only be better but more confident too. When I landed, my husband complimented my efforts, and they were really comforting.

It was wonderful. I loved it. Shortly after all the ladies had rock-climbed, the three of us decided to take a dip in the sea.

But this was also the challenging part, constantly feeling like I was going to slide down those rocks as you can see.

But I was still in one piece, if not only stronger.

Through the bushes again with my camera as my best friend.

Onto the beach.

And into the waters.

Mother nature was really good to me that day.

As we laid down, we looked up and wondered how we got up there to the top of that hill.
Soonafter, the boys joined us.

My support, my strength running towards me in Baywatch style.

The waves were so strong, pushing us over. This clearly wasn’t the ideal beach for swimming but for surfing.
It was the best part of my honeymoon, and it was free.
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