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... we experienced was a torrential downpour that included hail. So much hail pelting down that unfortunately when nature called I was catching hail in my undies whilst squatting!!! The water was pouring down the valley sides creating new river streams. I remember seeing all the mud flowing by my boots thinking it looked like a chocolate river system from Willy Wonka's factory. All the drama aside though, the guides remarked at the end of our trip how lucky we were. Really it ...
... of landscape, it was quite bare. You could see out for miles with a few rocks and trees in sight.
When we arrived at Shira 1 Camp (3505m), our tent was already up and our bags inside - so we just made ourselves at home. We saw Kilimanjaro as the sun was setting. It's hard to imagine that we would be standing on the top of this incredible mountain….well that's the plan - so let’s see!
After a dinner of cucumber soup, vegetable ...
... plan. We were told that the only hope we had of getting to the top was to drink at least 3 litres of water every day, before we arrived at our camp, and to walk very, very slowly. 'POLE POLE' means slowly, slowly and that was the mantra we heard every 10 minutes. The statistics are a little depressing with this climb, as many people do not make it because they succumb to altitude sickness. This is the scariest thought of all, because it is totally indiscriminate and has ...
... for singing. Solomon taught us the lyrics to "The Kilimanjaro Song" to pass the time since we strictly reserved battery bars on our phones and iPods for our evening entertainment. The gist of the song translates to the following lines:
Walk slow [or the mountain will kick you off].
Drink plenty of water [or the mountain will kick you off].
Hakuna Matata. (Which, thanks to Lion King's Timon and Pumbaa, we all ...
... piping hot water to bucket-bathe our feet and any other body parts deemed important. We didn't even have to leave our tent to eat. Course after course continued to arrive with an unzip of the tent door. From carrot soup to the juiciest of mangoes to chips mayai (a french fry omelet and local favorite), our compliments to the chef
After scarfing our lunch down, we were forced to do the unthinkable: interact with each other and ...