This account of my skyrun of Mt. Rinjani is long overdue. I got so preoccupied that it became a dilly dally. I wasn’t sure if I would ever write about it. But of course my conscience won’t allow me. Not reliving the images and the feel of my encounter of the beautiful Rinjani is just not right. I had to share it.
I don’t know how to make it short. I hope you have the time reading my story.
As I decided not to renew my working contract in Indonesia, I made sure that I climb one of its celebrated mountains in Lombok island. And like the other volcanic summits I climbed in the Indonesian archipelago, Mt. Rinjani left such a remarkable impression on me. And a big thanks to a good friend who partly sponsored this trip.
From Bandar Lampung in Sumatra, I flew to Bali then to Lombok island. Clouds hover above at touchdown on Praya airport, a few kilometers away from the old Mataram airfield. Four strangers met up with me. I was a bit scared not knowing who these people are--who are taking me to one of my dream mountains. I entrusted my life to these men thru the intercession of a very good Indonesian friend who is based in Bali.