The BeginningThe idea of going to Malaysia has been in the back of our minds for years. Climbing opportunities looked good, we both love the cuisines of southeast Asia, and it seemed we were ripe for a reunion with some of Shirley’s family from Jakarta. Nearly a year prior, I somehow (believe it was via Eman) got in touch with David regarding updated beta for the Dragon Horns on Pulau Tioman. Not only did David patiently answer my many questions, it turned out that he and his climbing partner Stephane were undertaking the project of replacing the bolts on the Waking Dream route of the southern Horn using modern, corrosion resistant alloy bolts as the originals have badly oxidized in the tropical, marine environment. A project they of course completed. A week prior to our departure, my parents arrived from the east coast to babysit our dog and house during our absence. A late spring season of family reunions: mine in Portland and Shirley’s in Singapore. Weather forecasts were a major downer. Despite the so called onset of dry season, a steadily unstable and uniform pattern was setting in: 33C, 90% humidity and high probability of showers for the duration of our trip.
.Though I think that Tsaranoro Massif in Madagascar takes the cake for the longest trip in our experience, the island of Tioman in Malaysia is not far behind: 1.5 hour flight to San Francisco, eleven hour flight to Tokyo, seven hour flight to Singapore, a quick night in a hotel, an hour cab ride to Johor Bahru, three hour drive to Mersing, a 1.5 hour ferry ride to the village of Genting on Tioman and lastly an hour long ride in Tam’s small boat to the village of Mukut on the southern tip of the island. A stretch of about 50 hours from the time we rolled out of bed at home and the first beer at Tam’s resort on Tioman.
Go to Tioman.