Kilimanjaro Day 4 - The Mountain Rules!
Thomas told us at breakfast
we could stay until 10am, to allow a chance for our clothes to dry. We were all
relieved. But an hour later the mist
came in thicker and a light drizzle was now falling.
Thomas, our guides and our porters scampered
around the camp to collect their own gear and clothes that had also become
wet. We were all in the green mess tent,
the last of the equipment that still remained erect.
The decision to pack up and go was made, Thomas had called ahead and
found out that the sun was shinning at our final camp. So we made the long trek
along the boulders and the uneven, dry terrain, that now looked like we were
walking on the moon itself.
Gone were
the plants, any sign or sight of flora or fauna were absent. This was a punishing and relentless terrain. The
route itself never seemed to come to an end. This was now a mental battle and
the porters were no longer ahead of us, instead we all walked together and
rested together. Everyone was now taking
little steps, and stopped and rested, gasping for air. It was even too
exhausting to even think let alone talk, which was a new experience for me!!








We
passed and walked on huge chunks of shale and large pieces of slasto. As we
walked and struggled in silence the only sound breaking the predominant silence
was the sound of heavy breathing and the sound of our trekking poles hitting
the rock. It made a sound of breaking glass. In the silence it was
deafening. I was starting to take strain
and every cell in my lungs felt they were going to burst.
We
managed to drag our exhausted bodies up and over the final section to reach our
final campsite. No much talking was happening, no inviting smells of food was
wafting into the camp, no laughter from the porters nor from us. Our tents
thankfully were up and we all crawled into our tents and collapsed. We were told to meet at 5pm for dinner in the
mess tent where we would be briefed for the summit.











I was too tired to even register that the
summit was eminent. I rested for a short
while and started to unpack my bags and repack my backpack for the summit. Celeste and I were moving very slowing
without much purpose I might add. Packing and repacking, checking and
rechecking, not sure what would be appropriate, only that we wanted to pack as
light as possible. Just before dinner
all the summit clothes had been laid out and were ready to be put on. We tumbled down to the mess tent and joined
our other weary adventurers. I looked
around and we all looked a bit worse for wear, and by the looks on everyone's face
all wanting to have a couple of hours sleep before the summit attempt. In that moment everyone was in the same place, the same physical pain the same mental challenges. We were one in battle!


