Back in July 2019 I met Fikri in Mataram, the capital of Lombok, a small island of east Indonesia. Over time we became close friends. One day, while getting to know each other I found out that he was a former guide for a trekking company in Rinjani.
Gunung Rinjani (Mount Rinjani) is an active volcano on the island of Lombok, the second highest in Indonesia.
I expressed to Fikri my desire to climb it and he promised to take me there one day. Months began to accumulate and the adventure kept been postponed time after time due to personal issues on both sides. Until one day, a date was set. The second weekend of December 2019, Just 2 days after the last full moon of the year. This was my penultimate adventure of 2019.
December 13, 2019
The night before the ascent I met with 5 students; 2 young women and 3 young men, all of them in their mid 20’s. We all traveled to a village called Kalijaga Tengah, in Lombok Timur (East Lombok) where we were hosted by my friend Fikri and his wonderful family. They received us with a dinner typical of the island then we spent the night there.
Let's roll !!!
The next morning, after breakfast, we packed, mounted our bikes and around 7 AM we headed to Timba Nuh, the southern entrance of the newly included in the UNESCO Global Network of Geoparks, Mount Rinjani National Park.
We arrived at the Timba Nuh park entrance few minutes after 8 AM, we parked the bikes, checked in and paid for the tickets.
The price is different if you are local or foreign, in my case RP 330,000 (less than $24 USD) was the cost for 2 days.
A little background
I must remind you that exactly 12 months prior, on December 28, 2018, while riding in New Zealand I had my first serious accident where I injured my left knee for the second time on my tour (the first was In Kona, Hawaii, 2017).
This injury took 6 months to heal. By May 2019 I felt my knees were ready to start exercising and on my first day of running through the rice paddies of Bali I got injured again, in the exact same spot as before!!! Bummer! It took another 6 months to heal again.
Keep Calm and Carry On
I can't not deny it, I had my doubts about how my knees would perform because in the last year I could not do any exercise while healing and only was able to run 2 times a few weeks before this ascent.
Can you imagine? I was about to climb the second highest Indonesian volcano with only 2 runs in the last 12 months as preparation! Kind of crazy. I knew I was at risk of not being able to endure the rigors of this strenuous activity but I had total confidence in my health, my strength, my knees and my experience.
On top of that my backpack weighted between 15 and 20 kilos carrying all my photo and video equipment. I also carried a satchel with some clothes and a tarp for the rain.
The Ascent 9:00 AM
We put our backpacks on our shoulders, the park ranger took this picture for us and the rest is history. Left to right, Fikri, yours truly, Rio, Ocik, Idham and Yi.
There were moments when I felt some pangs in both knees but nothing to worry about.
At first it wasn't hard because it was relatively flat. Everything around us was green, moisture was in the air. We walked along a dirt path wrapped in the sounds of the open rain forest.
We crossed a stream where we caught several young men playing in the water naked, seeing that I was filming, they rushed to put on their underpants.
Soon the slope became steeper and we entered the jungle. I learned that this route was not as hot as the north one, since the treetops covered us most of the way from the sun. There were very few segments where we were exposed.
The group pulled evenly, sometimes I was behind, sometimes in the middle and sometimes I found myself leading the group, nothing planned or intentional, only because some stopped while the others continued and then we all caught up at some point.
Lunch break 11:30 AM
We stopped at a clearing to eat lunch and rest for a little while when the first drops of a light drizzle fell down as if the weather was putting us on notice of what was coming. Fortunately, my tarp was large enough to cover the entire group.
Before resuming the trek I had the opportunity to watch my friends practice the Sholat (Prayer Time), because they all are Muslims.
A solemn moment in the midst of the jungle.
I strolled I little bit while they were changing and collecting their stuff. In this country is easy to find plants, fruits and flowers you have never seen before, a lot of them.
At this place is where we first saw garbage accumulation abandoned by irresponsible hikers. In Indonesia it is very common to see garbage everywhere but it should be noted that this route is practically clean. I'm assuming because it is the least used to climb the volcano. Seems to me that the vast majority go up to the northern entrance.
Each group taking the trek receives a large orange bag for trash collection at the entrance of the park, everyone is supposed to bring down the rubbish and not left behind.
By 1 PM, after eating, resting, photo taking and praying we resumed the ascent.
The views became more spectacular as we climbed but at the same time it turned steeper and a more difficult terrain to hike which slowed our advance.
Rainy Season... in a rainforest
We hadn't walked much when the rain hit us, but this time it was a downpour and we were all caught off guard. Those who had rain gear put them on, those who didn’t, managed as they could. My main concern whenever there is water involved is my photo and video equipment and its integrity. I used the tarp again as a shelter, hoping the rain would pass soon but it did not.
Everyone tried to cover themselves the best they could. My rain gear was in Bali with the rest of my stuff and bike. Fikri gave me his 2 piece rain suit and I put the cover on my backpack. Some rearrangements were made to balance loads amongst us.
We decided to continue, hoping to arrive on time to see the sunset and avoid ascending in the dark. The rain was persistent, after all, it was the beginning of the rainy season and we were in the middle of a rainforest, it was too late when I realized that. For the first time it was clear to me why they are called RAINFOREST, DUH!
The Arrival 5:00 PM
After several short stops to drink water, eat something and rest, we managed to reach a couple of roofed shelters 30 minutes before arriving at the main campground where we were supposed to camp that night. The general consensus was to stay where we were and not continue to the highlands.