Advertisement
Published: June 26th 2011
20110615_1
The targetLong hike across the desert of the saddle with the target now getting closer with each step. Amazingly, we arrive at Kibo (base camp - 15,419ft) with everyone complaining about how hard this supposedely easy day is. I find it difficult to say nothing but somehow manage it - I haven't noticed legs or lungs issue a single complaint of any magnitude - the day was too easy. Man-mountain is waiting for me outside the mess tent where he's just delivered the summit day briefing. We talk honestly about the summit day - I tell him I need to go much faster, he's ok with that but issues the usual cautionary warnings.
While the primates rest, I skip away for a scamper up the craggy volcanic ridges running down the crater wall of Kilimanjaro (I have to keep saying that to myself - reminding myself where I am). Some time alone at last - I scramble up onto a rock and sit. I realise there is almost nothing left weighing me down. I can't wait to get away and up higher.
Advertisement
Tot: 0.441s; Tpl: 0.01s; cc: 8; qc: 53; dbt: 0.0672s; 1; m:domysql w:travelblog (10.17.0.13); sld: 1;
; mem: 1.1mb
