I never did blog about my trip up Kilimanjaro.
Well, I did not kill Kili; Kili killed me! I could not make it to Uhuru Peak (which is at an elevation of over 19,000 feet) but I made it to Kibo Hut, which is at an elevation of over 15,500 feet. I was thoroughly disappointed that altitude sickness got the better of me.
My first view of Mount Kilimajaro was from the airplane I was in. It's snow covered peak surrounded by fluffy white clouds stood majestic in its beauty. I must say my heart stopped as I contemplated the challenge I had casually given myself. The only lucid thought I recall having was "Oh God!"
The journey up the mountain was a......journey. I found myself asking this over and over - "Feyi, who sent you??" I was not even sure I would make it beyond day 1 and past the first camp!
It was an exhilarating experience however - the purity of the mountain air, the amazing views and the sheer awe at God's artistry were a heady combination and they made the discomfort of not being able to take a bath and of roughing it for 5 days, the almost zero temperatures at night and the horrific sunburn worth it.
Though I came back with a vague sense of disappointment though - Uhuru was my goal afterall, I gained a clear conviction that I can do anything I put my mind to because God has blessed me with so much.
Now, if only my knees can understand that we're no longer on the mountain.......
Well, I did not kill Kili; Kili killed me! I could not make it to Uhuru Peak (which is at an elevation of over 19,000 feet) but I made it to Kibo Hut, which is at an elevation of over 15,500 feet. I was thoroughly disappointed that altitude sickness got the better of me.
My first view of Mount Kilimajaro was from the airplane I was in. It's snow covered peak surrounded by fluffy white clouds stood majestic in its beauty. I must say my heart stopped as I contemplated the challenge I had casually given myself. The only lucid thought I recall having was "Oh God!"
The journey up the mountain was a......journey. I found myself asking this over and over - "Feyi, who sent you??" I was not even sure I would make it beyond day 1 and past the first camp!
It was an exhilarating experience however - the purity of the mountain air, the amazing views and the sheer awe at God's artistry were a heady combination and they made the discomfort of not being able to take a bath and of roughing it for 5 days, the almost zero temperatures at night and the horrific sunburn worth it.
Though I came back with a vague sense of disappointment though - Uhuru was my goal afterall, I gained a clear conviction that I can do anything I put my mind to because God has blessed me with so much.
Now, if only my knees can understand that we're no longer on the mountain.......
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