I hadn’t the faintest clue how I made it to summit considering I spent the week before bingeing in Vegas and the week before that bingeing in Bali, but I did, and in good time too. Somehow I clawed up all 3776m of Japan’s pride (technically 1776m, since we all commenced from the tender gradient of a car park at 2000m for the Subashiri Trail). I guess I must’ve found strength in the encouragement of my Sister Code Girls. I can’t recall in verbatim the buoyant words they offered as we huffed and puffed down a 10-minute web of steps to Padang Padang beach in Bali but it sorta
_“Ermygawd. This is tiring. You’re so going to die on Fuji.”_ They have a point. While Fuji-san is no Everest (she sees about 300,000 pilgrims spanning across the age spectrum annually), it is still 22 times the height of Bukit Timah Hill (the highest peak in Singapore which I scale in soft pants). But I was adamant on making to brunch alive and more importantly, noticeably thinner. Picturing Fuji-san as a giant stair master shaving chunks off my saddlebags was definitely one of the key incentives which kept me plodding. There are many sites and blogs that detail the 101s of climbing Mount Fuji — the best of which is Japan Guide — so I shan’t bore you with how I walked six hours uphill, slept eight hours in an overnight inn, commenced summit hike at 2am the next day, summited at 4am and
descended at noon.
Instead I will dish up 10 tips which I personally found (some serendipitously, some painfully) very useful in making your hiking