It was one of the most painful and exhausting experiences of my life but ultimately extremely rewarding and memorable. At 7am last Thursday, Martin, Judy and I finally stood at Kilimanjaro's Uhuru Peak - the highest point in Africa at 5895 metres.
We'd been woken at 11.20pm with a mug of tea and a chocolate biscuit with a smiley face on it. Our guide book offered the helpful advice of: "lift one foot then the other, just enough to place it higher". And this was about all we could manage as we staggered seven hours through the clear moonlit night. At some points, 30 paces a minute was all we could muster in the oxygen-starved atmosphere. Although the diamox did a great job at keeping the headaches and nausea at bay. And our guide aimed for the same effect by serenading us with Swahili hymns and songs.
But as the sky lightened to the east we reached our first target - Stella Point. And from there it was a relatively gentle climb round the crater rim to the summit. There were congratulations and hugs all round with acquaintances made from the previous six days on the mountain and total strangers. After a week with limited washing facilities we weren't a pretty sight or smell but no-one seemed to mind. Some were tearful and emotional; I was more concerned my camera battery was dying due to the temperature of minus ten. But we did it - and we all have the splendid gold certificate to prove it!
Moderately interesting fact number two: in 1994 Douglas Adams, author of The Hitchhikers' Guide to the Galaxy, reached the summit wearing an eight-foot rubber rhinoceros costume.
Coming soon: more snippets and photos from my Kili trip.
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