Have I already said that those are the highest steps I have ever climbed? At the time that I was climbing them, it felt as if I was going to topple over at any second, and of course, I would have crushed quite a few monkeys if I'd ever roll down to the bottom at step 1. I think that by step 150, I was wanting to crawl on my hands and legs, but the steps and handrails were so digusting that I couldn't just crawl. The handrails were truly disgusting -- the sweat, dirt, and whatever else that people have transferred onto those rails -- ugh. I don't even want to think about it. But, I had to hand on for dear life. It felt as if I had a death grip on those handrails, and I am ashamed to say that I practically fought with elderly but gung-ho tourists who also wanted to use the handrail. There were many times during the climb when I had to move from one side of the railing to the other, and those feel feet that I had to cross as I was going up the steps were agonizing. My hands are sweating even now as I think about that experience.
In the end, it was one of the most incredible experiences of my trip to Malaysia.
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