Tuesday, 4 March 2014

Safari, 4 parks, 4 days, with Tro-Peaks




Safari
Day 1

We were quite eager to start the Safari with Tro-Peaks, given how good the hike was.  The only thing that concerned us was being told the night before to hold on to our sleeping bags for the safari.  Wha-what?!  I thought this camping thing was better than "lodging it", as it was supposed to be so luxurious.  At least that’s what Ben told me …

The day started after introductions of our cook, Suri, and our driver, Vincent.  It was a very long drive through Arusha and beyond.  The roads were nice and smooth for the most part, however, every now and then the road was being renovated and we were going to get an ‘African Massage’ (ride on the gravel road).  Along the way, we were both very surprised to see Maasai people and their huts.  Basically, outside any major town, the Maasai populate any open space, living in an archaic round mud hut.  The huts these people live in are also very interesting.  We learned that the dung used for building the straw huts is used as an anti-malarial agent.  The Maasai people wear traditional red or purple plaid robes and are mostly seen herding goats and cattle along the highway.  Kids only 5 years old were responsible for most of these herds.  Ben and I contemplated what an experiment it would be to put a North American 5 year old in a room with a Maasai 5 year old.  Slowly, the Tanzanian government is building schools for these kids.  It will be interesting to see how that plays out in the communities down the road. Every bump we had to slow for, however, was met with a group of kids begging for money.  It was very sad to see – habits gained from other tourists and it’s longterm effect. 

Actual Maasai homes.

Yup…we were on top of that a few days ago!

Eventually, we arrived at Tarangire National Park (NP).  This park is known for elephants – guaranteed sighting.  After a few hours, we had arrived and lunch was given to us at the park gate, while we awaited clearance into the park.  The drive then started and we truly learnt the meaning of ‘safari’ – binoculars in hand and searching for movement, dust, anything!  We were not disappointed as we spotted our first grouping of baboons, warthogs (pumba) and gazelles.  The park was quiet from vehicles and the animals were initially hard to come by.  Soon enough, however, the vehicle became surrounded by many elephants.  The first three elephants seen resulted in a paparazzi moment, I’d taken a number of photos from every angle – including the large fifth leg (Ben was shocked I took that one…hehe).  Shortly thereafter, there were hundreds seen.  We saw them crossing streams, blocking our pathway on the road, big ones, little ones, eating ones, and ones scratching their bum on the tree. 

3 males…guessin bachelors.

This elephant was not happy with us…we had to stop.
This male wanted to confront us.

The Horned Bill

Babies everywhere.  Funny how warthogs need to kneel to eat.
Baby baboon…Jen's favourite!
A little hierarchy going on right here

The baobab trees in Tarangire NP were out of this world.  They are soooo big and stagger through the landscape, making for some unreal photos.  We saw a lot of wildlife here – giraffes, elephants, tons of birds, warthogs, Thompson’s gazelle, monkeys, but noticeably absent were the viewings of large cats, hippos, rhinos, hyenas and wildebeest.

Unbelievable how many giraffes we saw….didn't realize how common they are

The Baobab tree…pretty damn cool
Forget name, but apparently these are really hard to find.

The Tarangire valley…with elephants crossing
So many elephants
After a few hours of gazing through our hard-topped roof on the Toyota truck, we closed up and headed back to our lodging.  We rolled into a fenced area and into a...public campsite.  Both Ben and I were not impressed.  Vincent told us to take a shower while we awaited dinner and camp set-up.  Unfortunately, we did not have a towel, who brings a towel to ‘luxury camping’?!  Haha…Daniel went and bought us one to share.  Oh…we screwed up the lodging for this booking.  Guess budget camping to tenting are very different and unless you know the difference to ask for, it will be mistaken.  The bathrooms were public and personally, I thought they were disgusting.  Glad I could hang my toiletries and use my sandals.  Many of the older women there were confused as well – shocked over shared gender showering arrangements.  Guess a group of us missed the memo!  Oh well…we’re here for the animals right?!  No wild animals walking by the tent sites tonight though!

Good shot Jen
Our ride

Day Two

The day started as usual, bright and early.  Suri made us the usual breakfast we’ve grown accustomed to here – porridge and eggs with toast and hot-dogs.  Shortly thereafter, we loaded the vehicle and headed off to Ndutu on the way to the Serengeti.

Again the drive was good with the occasional bumpiness…more "African massage".  Our first stop was less than an hour away at the Ngorongoro NP gate.  Here we stopped for more paperwork.  During the waiting, we looked at the information centre for 3D representation of the area.  While I was in the bathroom, Ben was waiting by the vehicle.  Over 30 Baboons walked down the middle of the street.  Right up to tourists and vehicles.  It was quite a sight to see!  Every time we stopped, Daniel would remind us to close the windows so that the Baboons wouldn’t steal our snacks and food. 

A troop of baboons having their way

Ngorongoro crater…our fav
The crater in panoramic.

After obtaining the correct paperwork, we arrived at the Ngorongoro Crater view-point.  Apparently getting a good view without clouds is a rarity and so we took the opportunity to snap a few pictures.  This crater is 19km wide and up to 610m high, and full of wildlife that we’d meet in a couple of days on our way back to Moshi.  The drive after the crater was beautiful, once we left the rim of the crater itself.  There were lush rolling hills with wildlife all around us.  This is the only place were herds of cattle can co-exist with lions and other predators in one location.  We were told it was due to co-habitation for so long.  The Maasai people were walking everywhere as well.  Sometimes, we would see people walking far away in the field from who-knows-where to who-knows-where.  Continuing on this trek, we found giraffes, zebras, and the rare wildebeest (mixed with cattle…odd site).
Lush valley with Maasai villages

 
Seriously, Ben thought dressing this way was a publicity stunt (to get money out of him in the form of tips), but this is the norm outside of towns!

Shortly after leaving the crater rim, we came across the migrating Wildebeest.  There were thousands (maybe millions) of these animals running through the fields and across our road.  Words cannot describe the size of the migration…they literally blacked out miles of miles of the open plain.  Baby Wildebeest nestled against their mommas.  Occasionally we’d find a lost baby and watch as it reunited with its momma in glee.  We followed the migration for a few kilometers and then it was lunchtime.  The crew found us a random tree in the middle of the migration.  We parked the truck and sat eating our lunch in the field, watching the Wildebeest watching us and then running away.  This was definitely a very memorable experience.  Zebras also migrated with the Wildebeest, apparently because one is good with sounds, one with scent, and they act synergistically in survival, in this way.

The great migration…feel pretty lucky to witness something so awesome
No biggie….lunch time in the field with migration in background ;)
This was a good lunch moment.

Finally we made it to Ndutu.  There is a Ngorongoro and a Serengeti side to the Ndutu region.  This park was both Ben’s and my favorite (but Ben really liked the Crater).  Ben asked for this as an add-on, given the area’s high reviews on Trip Advisor.  It did not disappoint.  The first big view was Lake Massic that was full of flamingos.  Pink was everywhere, but the flying flamingo is where you saw the real colours emerge.  The colours resembled some outfit I’d like to wear at some slick and fancy outing in the city.  We then saw 11 lions chilling in the open, 1 hyena digesting its food on the cool ground by the water and endless Wildebeest and Zebras.  Ben kept thinking we were spoken to as kids, when our guides called the lions 'Simba' and the warthogs 'Pumba' - I had to explain these are swahili terms. LOL.  He was pretty embarrassed.

As we drove away from the lions, a truck of French tourists got stuck in the dirt.  They couldn’t get out themselves and so we witnessed a four-vehicle tow of the truck.  All the tourists watched in amazement.  Guess this is how they do it in the desert!  In the distant, two cheetahs could be seen slinking their way through the landscape.  Ben and I were quite nervous that our long stop would mean a miss of this elusive animal…but Vincent bee-lined it there in a hurry.  We saw both cheetahs up close.  This was my ‘must-see’ animal.  They were beautiful, lean and looking for a kill.  No kill for us to see though – we had to keep going.  A few vehicles around the cheetahs had high-tech videographers in camoflouge and 3 foot long cameras.   Hopefully, they got what they needed!

yes…got the shot!
Love the rain showers in the back

Our favourite…2 cheetahs on the prowl
I think they are discussing on how to ditch the silly jeeps around them

Most predators were full and sleepy because there is soooo much food available at this time.
Not us…but us coming to the rescue

We then headed to the Serengeti and as usual, had to wait for paperwork at the gate.  The land was so vast and barren around the NP gate.  Nobi Hill was at the gate and Ben and I took the chance to get a panoramic picture here at the top of the hill.  The daylight was starting to diminish and so we focused on getting to our next campsite.  On the way there, we saw another pride of lions on a rock, a line of hyenas, a giraffe walk between our vehicle and another, and a ‘pool’ full of hippos.  Shortly after arriving in the camp, we ate quickly and headed to the washroom to prepare for bedtime.

These guys are pretty cool up close.  Big male.

On the way to the bathroom, a very large hyena crossed our path – it was roughly 10 feet ahead of us, and about 4 feet away from a guy backing out of his tent.  We shone our headlamps on him, as we were told to do, and the hyena sauntered off.  He started to howl in the bush and we would see his wide-set eyes in the distance, as our light shone on him.  Many of the other tourists were not impressed and somewhat concerned.  One guy and two girls wanted me to walk them back to camp with my headlamp on even!  Glad I wasn’t the only one freaked out…Ben kept thinking it was just pretty cool.  We would hear the yipping throughout the night.

Serengeti…just mind blowing the vastness.
Pano of the sun setting in the Serengeti.  Not bad pic for a truck moving on gravel/dirt at 60kph.

Day Three

Today we arose at 6am…no breakfast, we went straight to driving to watch the sunrise and catch any animals on the prowl before the day became too hot.  The sun was very large and came up so quickly.  It really was very beautiful.  Again, our camera didn’t always catch the moment.  During the drive, we saw an elephant on a hill under a tree.  Almost like something out of a kids reading book.  Then we saw another pride of lions.  There was a lot of driving on this day with minimal animal viewings initially.  We would drive around some bouldered areas (can’t remember technical name…think of that big rock on “The Lion King” movie) but could not find any lions.  As there was a rain storm the day before, the lions typically respond by hitting the rocks and avoiding the low, wet-ground.  Still, nothing was seen.  At one point, we saw a crocodile but only one.

Every night...
Early morning in the Serengeti.

Continuing on our drive, Ben had noticed a truck near us with the front left tire wobbling loose at a weird angle.  We stopped to help. Two for two on days with trouble around us that we needed to stop to help.  This time, however, the trouble was real.  While the guides tried troubleshooting with the other driver (note: everyone only had a driver, we also had 2-3 ‘staff’), Ben and I had a picnic breakfast in the truck.  The long grass around us meant there could be Simba (lion) on the prowl.  The truck in front of us kept going.  We found it not far away with the wheel fallen off.  Needless to say, our two man trip turned into a six tourist tour quickly.  Our truck was full and we were doing the Serengeti with more than a full vehicle (2 girls sitting in areas not meant for tourists).  Instead of returning to camp, we continued to view wildlife (Ben was not to impressed with the added company).

Someone else with issues.  This one was serious, and we ended up taking 4 20-something volunteer girls with us….Ben was not impressed!  At least someone was there to help - that could have been a horrible day for the girls.

Up close action…he was a curious hyena.  Terrified Jen - she thought he was going to leap on the truck and jump into our area.

The coolest thing was then seen…we first saw people looking at a distant tree.  A leopard was resting with a paw dangling down off the branch.  No body could be seen but we watched the dangling leg eagerly and hopefully.  Nothing happened.  We continued our search and then we saw it, a leopard on the prowl.  Unfortunately, there were 20 vehicles surrounding the leopard.  This with the 4 '20-something' girls in the truck with us, the area was small, the view was always blocked - Ben was not a happy camper.  The leopard itself had a regale look to it, and I could see why it was one of the more popular animals to spot.  Apparently it is also quite rare to find these cats on the prowl mid-morning.  We were hoping it would jump up a tree but it just kept walking….with 20 vehicles start-stopping and honking to get a view for the tourists.

The hard to find leopard…once found…everyone hears about it…it's a big deal.

We grew tired of the other trucks swarming around us, so we decided to get the heck out of there and head back to camp.  On the way back, we stopped to look at a baby monkey on the side of the road.  He was so cute….almost putting a show on for us…until out-of-no-where, a larger monkey jumped INTO our truck and grabbed all of my crackers.  Before we had a chance to react, he was gone.  It was a memorable experience.

This was right after a monkey jumped into our Jeep and stole all of Jen's crackers.  He didn't even share with the others….cheeky monkey.

We dropped off the girls back at camp, quickly had one of Ben’s favorite lunches (Pizza, mango salad, and fries), and we were off for some 'semi-luxury' (read: bed and hot shower) at the Ngorongoro Wildlife Lodge….a lodge on the edge of the famous crater.   Most of the hour or so of driving was navigating through migrating wildebeest.  Still mind-blowing experiencing something like that.  When we finally arrived at sunset, 2 ladies took our bags and cleaned them, and 2 came and gave us lemon infused cold towels and fruit juice…just what we needed. 
On our way home…one last quick photo op at the Serengeti gate.

The place had received bad reviews on Trip Advisor, so we were expecting the worst…even with the hefty price tag on it.  We were pleasantly surprised to see the place looked inviting, the views were world class, and the food was good, not great, not bad, but good.  Our room also had the same amazing Crater views, so we were overall happy with the place…until we used the plumbing.  LOL.  When showering, if someone flushed a room or two away, the water would go to a scalding temperature to the point of burning.  Ben thought I was being dramatic, until it happened to him.  What an intense shower! Not only that, all night, we would hear others flushing.  Then there was a scheduled power outage for the remainder of the night, until 6am when we headed out.  Oh the luxuries we grow accustomed too in Canada, our guide told us the building was run on a generator, hence the scheduled power outages.  Oh well…a bed is a bed I guess;)

…and not a gust of wind
Our view from our Crater Lodge!

Day Four


The hard to find rhino!  Extremely endangered.  Later we saw 2 more…but there were very far away.

Ngorongoro Crater is an extremely unique ecosystem.  Just driving down into it, you know it is something special.  The massive crater is able to hold such a large array of species in it.  As we reached the bottom, a large pride of lions, Water buffalo, wildebeest, zebras, antelope, and elephants were all visible.   Our mission:  find the endangered black rhino!  What the crater is truly known for is the extremely endangered Black Rhino.  Five minutes into the tour, we saw our first Black Rhino.  Today was our lucky day!  It wasn’t too close to the vehicle, but we took what we could.  We then drove into a small wooded area, which had a huge elephant family…20+.  There were really small babies, and some mean old males.  One wouldn’t get off the path.  It had a broken off tusk and started coming our way.  Our guide told us to be very quiet as he was an unpredictable one.  Pretty intense!  Two small elephants were even fighting each other.  We wanted to stay but they all started making noises and after three warnings, they would attack the truck.  We continued for awhile longer, then we pulled over for a quick picnic breakfast, and were off again to continue the loop around the crater.  Come to think of it, we almost saw every African animal you could think of in there except the giraffe.  We then hit the jackpot and spotted a mother lion with 2 brand new cubs…maybe a few weeks old.  They were adorable! On our way to 2 more Black Rhinos we could see a mile away, we spotted a male lion and female mating.  Our guide told us this was a rare site for a tourist to see this…lucky us ;).  A few more hours of hippos, birds, hyenas, and more, we were done, and ready to head back to get ready for Zanzibar. 
Our driver told us to be very still and quiet because this male had a bad attitude…missing tusk…looked pissed off.

In the crater… a mom with 2 brand new cubs…soooo cute

 
We had to wait for this fight to finish before we could pass.
Hooded cranes - Jen loved these guys!

Apparently a rare site for any tourist to see.
Hippos fighting

The next 5+ hours of driving sucked.  When we arrived at Arusha (small city), the only words I could use to describe what we saw was “controlled mass confusion”.  We were told to hide our belongings again as we had to drive through a few rough neighborhoods.  Always reassuring.  The Honey Badger was yet again a welcome sight!

What a memorable trip.












































Saturday, 1 March 2014

DAY 5 and 6 on KILIMANJARO, Machame route with TRO-PEAKS! D-DAY!!!

DAY 5 - FAILING IS NOT AN OPTION, YET IT SEEMS THE ONLY OPTION


Well…midnight came quickly.  Daniel was concerned about Ben’s headache the night before and so he wanted to start the summit hike at 1am instead.  We were a bit disappointed, as the summit at sunrise would have been beautiful.  As we lay slowly awakening, we could hear climbers packing up and starting the ascent all around us.  At 1230am, Jeremy brought over some popcorn and hot beverages for us to enjoy prior to the ascent.  It was welcomed openly as this would be our only energy until breakfast, after the descent.  We were ready to go before Daniel, I even trekked up a bit to use a bathroom along the way, as opposed to hiking down to ours and then back up again.  The least amount of vertical hiked today, the better.  Daniel was not concerned about sunrise at Stella’s point – he assumed we’d make it up ‘hakuna matata’ (no worries).

Both Ben and I were nervous.  Even though we were at Barafu (the highest camp), the mountain was so high and a stream of headlamps could already be seen on the ascent.  It was intimidating.  We bundled up in all of our gear and braced ourselves for the next 6 hours of vertical gain.  Hopefully our lungs could tolerate the air and exercise, and our altitude sickness would not consume us and destroy our goals. 

The beginning of the hike was a rock wall.  No problem for Ben but it sure got the best of me within the first 20 minutes.  The steps were large, it was dark and wet, and the headlamp barely made the dry spots visible.  I have yet to ‘trust my boots’, as I’ve been told so many times on this stuff.  Daniel immediately took my pack that carried 4 L of water, my cramp-ons and some snacks for the ascent.  We took very small steps and I would take a brief stop quite regularly to try to keep my heart rate down and breathing steady.  Ben was scared because he could see the doubt in my eyes, but he was excellent at supporting me throughout this.  It was not very difficult for me to not look up, as I would get lightheaded and discouraged by the lack of distance covered.  Ben looked up frequently to avoid the painful headache and would also comment on the long stream of hikers ahead and the city lights of Moshi way down below.  We could actually see Arusha as well.  Hopefully the clouds would stay away to give us the sunrise we so desired.  We tried to capture images of the masses hiking through the crevices ahead, but we couldn’t get what we wanted on the cameras we brought along with us.

Step by step….The pace would best be described as a snail’s pace.  In fact, each step was likely 1.5 seconds apart (slower than a second hand on a clock) and remained that way for most of the ascent.  Personally, every time I wanted to stop (which was often), I thought of my mom’s picture in my pant pocket and asked for some strength.  Strength…Courage…Wisdom….  I kept reciting these words and the words that go with them repeatedly in my head.  After completing the rock wall, we hiked along a flatter section with a slight incline.  Ahead of us was a man, who walked at a pace of an 80 yo man with symptoms of a stroke.  We thought maybe he was being rushed off the mountain (there are an average of 7 deaths a year on the hill….2 this year already).  It was a young 20-something man – we doubt he made it and we never saw him again. 

Although our pace was slow, we caught up to a number of groups.  One group had left more than 1.5 hours ahead of us and they were still very low on the hill – lots of breaks Daniel told us.  It was reassuring to see so many people struggling on the ascent.  I continued to struggle with my heartbeat being so fast and breathing fast with it.  Ben only developed a minor headache but stayed strong in every other way.  Daniel continued to check my conjunctiva and fingers for central cyanosis (lack of oxygen to my central organs).

Our water began to freeze and my gloves were not warm enough.   My ‘hot hands’, hand-warmers, did not work and frostbite was starting to get to all my fingers.  We did a glove swap with me using Ben’s gloves and him using Daniel’s.   Daniel hiked up the mountain with my pack and his hands in the pockets of his jacket.  Ben continuously stopped me for water breaks and we used up his water supply by the time we reached the top.  Ben had some energy, I continued to have nothing but self-doubt with frozen fingers…but we kept trucking after another check for cyanosis.

Our first goal was Stella’s Point for sunrise at 6am.  I kept asking Daniel how much further we had.  Both him and Bryan kept saying we were close and another few steps they would show us the point.  We marched on very slowly.  Ben and I must have heard the same thing, because after 30min we looked at each other and thought we’d passed it.  No.  They didn’t want to tell us it was another 1.5 hours! Ha ha…they knew exactly what to say to keep us going.  The last pitch to Stella’s Point was long and beyond words, with switchbacks at an increased angle that kept tension on the Achilles tendon for both of us.  We continued past another 2 groups at a standstill…then all of the guides started to sing a chant.  It was really uplifting and amazing they had that much in them to encourage us all.  I felt like a 92yo person with two canes walking up the mountain with a slight shake with every pole plant I did.  But the sky started to lighten and we pushed to the Point just as the sun crested the horizon.  Warmth was coming and so was the light (physically and metaphorically).  Ben ran ahead to get a photo of me pushing on with the two guides…he had the energy and I didn’t want to miss the photo op of the sunrise because I was struggling.  But we both made it by the time the sun rose.


Approaching Stella peak before sunrise.  The last push was a bitch.
Jen's last few steps to Stellas Point.

Jen getting some motivation.  She was having a hard time catching her breath in the 5800m thin air

The view was sensational.  It really was emotional and exhausting and frustrating knowing we still had to make it to the summit.  In the distance we could see one of the peaks, Hans Meyer Peak, which showed its ragged profile against the rising sun.  We knew the sun wouldn’t last long as the clouds started to swarm the mountain and the fog started to settle.  After a quick tea with cookies, we set off for the summit – another 100m elevation gain and who knows how long of a hike more (supposed to be 1 h longer).  It felt like an eternity to me.  We were both pale and feeling the altitude with exhaustion but mustered the strength to keep going.
This was a very good tea.




Didn't actually capture what we hoped.  Below the sunrise you see, a blanket of clouds stretched for miles and miles…different then in Canada where peaks would be peaking out.
Fortunately, we could see the Kibo peak and crater on the backside of the mountain, as well as large and old glaciers across the valley from our hike.  We couldn’t get enough photos of this area with the fog rolling in…but it was sure spectacular to the eyes.  The glacier itself was huge and indescribable.  Ben wished he could ski it.  No picture could really capture the moment with our emotions, the rolling clouds, the fatigue, the summit in sight, the breathtaking views and the support from all around us.

The snowy final push along the ridge to the summit.  Every step sucked haha

Glaciers on way to summit.  Clouds started to move in, taking away any chance of a summit view:(

Finally, we rolled into the 5895m sign proclaiming we had reached Uhuru Point – the highest peak in all of Africa.  I was sucking back the tears, as I knew crying would mean more oxygen consumption.  Our guides, Daniel and Bryan, both reached open their arms and gave us both a big congratulatory hug.  Ben and I then hugged, the ‘up’ was finally complete and we couldn’t believe we both made it.  Me – with my doubts, and Ben- willing to avoid signals from his body telling him to descend.  We’d done it…and we were both elated.  There was a small line-up of people for the picture in front of us.  I saw a couple with the Team Canada  Hudson Bay gloves on, in honour of the Olympics in Sochi at this time.  I had purchased a pair myself for the photo – I should have bought a pair for Ben too, but I knew he wouldn’t have wanted that.  Turns out, they looked familiar and were from Calgary, Canada, as well.  Not sure if we’d met them on a plane or seen them around town.  Very nice couple and kind of wished we had gotten some information from them.  All of our headaches, falls, vomiting, and fatigue was worth every second we had on this summit.  I had brought a special picture of my mom that I carried in my wallet and raised it to the sign for a picture as well.  Somewhat emotional and meaningful for me – the closest I’ll ever physically be to my mother, that is, unless Ben convinces me to do Everest. LOL.  Like hell!

We made it.  Feeling can not be described.  The entire hike we were sick with altitude sickness, and so much doubt had us considering turning back…but it was so worth it!  5895m!!  Complete white out.

First step…Stella Point….now for the summit!!!  Only another 100m.

We would not have made the 6 days without our 2 awesome guides Daniel and Brian!

Jen took the time to take out her moms picture for such a exciting moment.  We were both a bit emotional.


The descent couldn’t come fast enough.  I was so happy that I had brought a pair of cramp-ons.  Ben laughed at me, but they really helped on the descent and gave me tremendous stability to keep up with Ben’s pace.  In Canada, we usually fly down the hill, essentially ‘skiing/sliding‘ down the hill in the scree, but on this summit, it was incredibly difficult and very tiring.  The route down was essentially the same as the route up.  This time, however, we could actually see the landscape around us.  In retrospect, I wish I had taken some photos of the route up for people to see, but we were exhausted and the pictures would likely not have captured what we wanted.  All we wanted was some relief from the altitude, but we could never find it even as we slide down the mountain.

Finally we made it back to ‘base camp’ at Barafu.  It was around 9:45am (summated Uhuru Point at 7:40am) and time for a 1-hour rest.  Ben had a moderate headache at this point and I was sick again.  I didn’t vomit, although I wish I had, as I likely would have felt better.  I’ve never been able to purge myself – oh how I wish I could have though.  The idea of food was nauseating.  Ben went for breakfast at 10:45am that was a deep fried sandwich and stew.  He brought the food to the tent (as I love greasy meals) but I just couldn’t look at it without feeling sick.  Bryan was concerned and then Daniel came to speak to me.  I just could not do it.  They said it was common but the concern was for the 3-hour hike down to our next camp and not having enough energy.  Nevertheless, we packed up quickly and started a slower descent down the Mweka Route. 

At ‘High Camp’ (3775m), we still didn’t feel quite well.  Ben’s headache persisted and even grew a bit.  I felt better but still a bit nauseated.  During this descent, the rains came HARD.  We were soaking wet and layered up from the cold.  The rain washed out our trail but we found refuge and good footing in the low bush adjacent to the trail.  The High camp hut provided some shelter as the rains slowly abated.  We then followed a trail down the hill that was very slick with porters falling everywhere.  “Pole-pole” continued for me, however, Ben had to keep up a good pace to avoid the impact on his bum knee.  Slowly the valley appeared with rain forest beside us and the foliage started to become prolific.  Camp couldn’t come quickly enough.  We scurried to sign in when we arrived and then we rushed to rest in our tents.   What a long day!  Two meals later (lunch and dinner – which included Ben’s favorite salad and my French fries) we were in bed feeling a lot better and looking forward to the final 3 hours out tomorrow.  Oh shower….how I crave thee….
We were VERY happy to be at this camp.  Back to a "normal" elevation, we were finally able to relax (except our knees)




DAY 6 - ALL DOWNHILL FROM HERE


Day 6 was different from the rest.  It was a day knowing we were done with the cold nights, the annoying headaches, the dirty so called outhouses, and the protein and carb packed meals.  It was a day knowing we would be done in 3 hours or less, and knowing we would have achieved what we set out to do… summit kili in 6 days.  It was a beautiful morning, not a cloud in site.  Some groups had left very early.  We decided to be out of the camp just after 7.  This would give us time to avoid the main rush, and have more time at the motel for the much needed shower (boy was I due!).  We were a bit disappointed we were still served cream of wheat porridge (try having it 6 days straight as a starter in large volumes), and a plain egg.  Jen was ready to get off this mountain!

Camp 5…and last day.  Porters seemed to have a bit more bounce today.

We started down the well-maintained path, and at first, I was quite relieved, as this looked quite manageable with my knees already sore.  We started at a brisk pace…no more pole-pole, it was all downhill from here.  Soon after, the trail started to disintegrate a bit, and what was once a smooth trail, now turned into an uneven staircase with steep pitches here and there.  Now I started to feel my knees and calves again, but Jen seemed to be unfazed.  She was focused on seeing that finish line.



This is how we came down for 4 hours straight at a high tempo….ohhhhh my knees were hurting!
Lots of these cool trees.

There were very brief moments on the way down where there would be an opening to see Mount Kilimanjaro.  It was quite a site.  Hard to believe we were on top of that behemoth.   The base of the mountain alone was 60km long and 40km wide….insane big.
A gap in the trees on a rare blue bird day.  Awesome mountain.


Nearing the bottom, the path widened into a small road to allow emergency vehicles up when needed.  We were told approximately 7-10 people died every year on the mountain, so it was truly needed.  We also spotted a few horned billed birds on the way…which I enjoyed, and also some cool Columbus monkeys which I previously had seen in our own Calgary Zoo.  We now increased our pace to a small jog, and zipped passed a few more groups, which I’m sure were annoyed at our eagerness to finish.
Hey, we have these at our zoo lol, near the finish line.

We were done!!


While we signed in for the final time at the warden’s office, we saw behind us the porter’s wash station.  Dozens of them shirtless washing away getting presentable for the tipping ceremony.  After signing in, a few teenagers came to us and asked to clean our boots.  We reluctantly declined because Daniel had just informed us our team was ready.  We walked behind a building and immediately were surrounded by 9 people…our 2 guides, waiter, chef, and 5 porters…all in there sharp looking cloths.  Brian led the chant, one that was quite familiar to us.  It was basically based around the word Hakuna matatata.  It was the same song right before we reached Stella Point, when we needed motivation more then ever.  They were dancing and smiling, all doing their best to convince us they deserved the maximum tip.  We knew they did, and had increased the amount the night before, so when I handed out the totals to each, they seemed overall please (I hope).  Pheww…I was dreading that moment a long time haha.


The tip ceremony.  It was awesome…but sucked at the same time because we had to fork out huge bucks (which they deserve) and hope for a good reaction haha.

We then jumped into the van and headed to town.  Brian joined us with his newly acquired Burton Jacket I decided to leave behind for him.  He wore it the entire way to the pub….in +30 weather.  Jen had also left her backpack for the chef…he still had his never-ending grin going (the guy never stopped smiling, seriously). Daniel bought us a beer each as we rested our sore legs. He finally signed our very expensive certificates (as he put it) stating we had officially summited the mountain.
The official Kili beer…compliments of Daniel for making it.


                     The certificate being signed

Done


Now for that shower….