I left off the story of the Kilimanjaro Ultimate Hike at the end of Day 4 as we were going to bed at 6pm. You should read that post before you read this one to really understand where we were. We had just retired to our hut, and you could tell people that had stayed at this hut were mental. It wasn’t unusual to see carvings all over the room of people who were out of their minds. Some would talk about how sick they were, others how they were hopeful, but concerned. These out of place carvings were all over the beds and walls, with stories of people from all over the world. It really was a very global moment. The Russians were down the Hall, the Japanese we had left behind at the last camp, and the Netherlanders were on their way down. It was actually the Canadian couple that were Bosnian immigrants really represented the mood of the camp. The wife was feeling great and couldn’t wait to get started, the husband on the other hand couldn’t keep anything down and was feeling awful.
As I lay in bed, I wasn’t really tired. Yes, I was exhausted but my head was really hurting. I have had some really bad headaches in my life. In fact one such headache made me wonder if I had a tumor or brain hemorrhage. In my dream that night, I dreamt I died. This headache was nearly that bad. I had images of my head exploding on the mountain, but also thought about my son at home that had doubts that I could make it. If you’ve ever heard that Kilimanjaro was a mental hike… it really is. You have to dig deep and this was the night where the head game started.
Before I fell asleep I went through my bags and took 3 Aleve and a few high doses of vitamin C. As well I took one more trip to the toilets. The toilets at Kibo hut are the worst on the entire hike. They really don’t want you to spend much time here. The turkish toilets (non western) were non flushing hole in the ground style latrine. They stunk and people who had been using them were sick… really sick.
When I got back in my sleeping bag, I was cold. Really really cold. I felt like I was freezing and started shivering. I put on my thick socks and put on my coat which I had taken off. Even then I was still feeling cold and my neck felt like it had a kink in it. It was at this point I was starting to get a little worried. What if I can’t get any sleep and everyone wakes up in a few hours and I haven’t slept at all. I can’t do this hike with 2 days of no sleep, but I also can’t NOT do it. I felt like I had to put it all off and get out of the mental games I was playing with myself and after a little prayer I was feeling relaxed again and closed my eyes. What seemed like less than an hour later, the door was getting knocked on and I was closest to the door. It was our wake up assistant cook bringing in the hot drinks. No fresh water at Kibo. Only that which was hauled up from Horombo hut and boiled. My head was feeling some better and after eating a little something I started getting ready. I had heard it was going to get VERY cold. So I started putting on the layers, from the thermals, pants, to layers of shirts short and long, and then a rain coat which I’d shed in the first half kilometer. My snow coat was good enough for me, I actually had to open it a little to get a little relief. My hands were cold despite the gortex snowboarding gloves I was wearing. They weren’t the best gloves, but I had a second pair on my waist if I needed them. None of us bought the glove heaters. There were some for sale at the bottom of the mountain, but none along the way. I may have been tempted otherwise.
Day 5 the hike to the Summit
After getting all our gear on, we gathered around for the details. It was midnight and we were starting day 5 nice and early. Our guide discussed that we would make it to Gilman’s Point by around 5 or 6am, and watch the sunrise from Uhuru, the highest point on Kilimanjaro. He explained there would be 3 of them for the 5 of us, which seemed different than what I had overheard another group say where there were 2 porters for every person. He did go on to explain our water would be frozen by 3am, and that they would be carrying boiling water in thermoses, and would get us water refills as we needed it after that point. After not hearing any details about whether we were ok or not, I asked him what the warning signs were and what was NOT ok like a headache? He explained that headaches are normal, even bad ones and that we shouldn’t be worried about a headache that goes away with medication. What we should worry about are passing out, dizziness, but even vomiting is ok. “Just vomit and you’ll feel better.” was his advice.
After the great pep talk we all turned on our headlamps and headed out into the dark. The night sky was incredible. A foreign sky with unfamiliar constellations minus Orion. He stuck with us all night. Very comforting to Mark, as his son is named Orion. Polo, Polo something we had heard every day up to this point really sunk in. Slowly Slowly they would say in Swahili. This was the steepest trail we had experienced up to this point. The switch backs were long, and the rocks and bouldering we did was long. I never felt threatened at all. No jumping from rocks where I felt I might die, but I did feel sore and tired, and cold all night, but to keep that off my mind we sang local Tanzanian hiking success songs we had heard at camp, and we dug deep and sang Reggae songs. It felt very appropriate to sing our hearts out… “So, Don’t Worry, About a Thing… ‘cause every little things gonna be alright.” Bob Marley would be proud. I think the Bob Marley himself was listening to our prayer as only 2 nights later we would be greeted like brothers at a Rastafarian celebration in the fort in Zanzibar, but that’s another story.
As we trudged slowly up the mountain, all of us kept our spirits up while some went a little quiet. It wasn’t unusual to see someone in another group as we passed, vomiting (so they’ll feel better). As well, there were some other unsightly smells and things we saw that were unpleasant that made hiking that much more challenging. Every couple of kilometers we would stop for a few minutes to catch our breath, get some new energy bar, or pure energy. Up we went, no plants, lots of dust, lots of dirt and rocks, with only our headlamps to light things in our path. As we’d look ahead we’d see strings of lights like a christmas tree with very visible switchbacks like the strings going back and forth on the tree. It also seemed like prison gangs trudging along in the night at an even pace. On this night we were determined to push ahead against all odds. All of us were going to make it, we were sure of it. Every so often we’d see someone heading back, with serious failure in their eyes. They were just so sick and in such pain. It tore at my soul.
With Gilman in our sights the horizon was starting to change colors. The sun would soon be coming up. We pushed ahead and what seemed close was still much further away. It was important to focus on closer things than the top. The next big rock was a much better goal. After going from rock to rock to rock, we finally made it to the top of the mountain, just not yet the highest point. We had arrived at Gilman’s point.
We stopped to take pictures and take in the view. It was incredible. It felt great. On the other side we could see the crater, and we could also see Uhuru, the ultimate destination and highest point of the peak. As I was taking it in, many in the group thought they could make it to Uhuru for the final sunrise shot. I wasn’t in a hurry and found Paul was of the same attitude. Why rush it? We have spent the last 6 hours getting to this point. Let’s enjoy the view, watch the sunrise and then push on. Gilman’s point started getting really crowded and after the other guys left, I encouraged Paul to push on a little further for a less crowded view where we could find a comfortable place to relax. We found a great place on top with a couple of strategic rocks. It felt great, and the sun definitely was warming things up. It had been minus 6 on the way up and the wind chill made it feel like minus 20. The two hats I was wearing up to that point weren’t enough to keep my ears warm, so I was really welcoming the sun. We could see all the way to Kenya and I imagined the animals roaming around the Serengeti in the distance. (Not suggesting I could see anything, but our friend John was down there or at the crater… somewhere).
After a break, and having some prodding from the assistant to the assistant guide try to convince us to move on, we finally were ready and had what it was going to take to get us to the top, but what we were about to see I wasn’t ready for.
As we moved along the top now at over 19,000 feet, I had seen and heard individuals along the way crying and digging deep, but I hadn’t noticed until now that between two porters I would see a person… limp, and often the eyes rolled back and barely a little bit of life. I had heard of temporary blindness, and dizzyness, but what I was seeing was scary. There were some people traveling along the trail that didn’t seem human. They must have committed their guides to take them the rest of the way, or the guide must have felt the hike was that important. Either way I was seeing people feeling the elevation in pretty serious ways. Days earlier I had seen a stretcher being run down the mountain at top speed with the person’s face looking reddish purple. Now I was seeing people that were nearly passed out and barely walking.
I’m so glad none of us got into that state. It was cool to see our guides and porters taking anything we wanted to give them, from packs to coats, and such.
Uhuru – The Peak
It was on this leg that I most appreciated everything that our Guide Daudi had done for us. He had set a pace that really paid off on this day. We knew that pace and all crept closer and closer. Paul and I finally caught back up to the group and kept trudging along. A couple of hours from when we left Gilman’s point we were at Uhuru the top of Africa and the top of the highest free standing peak in the world. As well, it was all of our highest peaks by thousands of feet and all of us felt incredible. At the peak at Uhuru at 19,341 ft (5895 m)!
The way down was painful, but I’m not going to be as wordy.
After we arrived at the top, I laid down for a little nap. 30 seconds into it, I got yelled at. You can’t sleep! Not at this elevation. So I sat up. No, get up! They didn’t want to see me laying down at all. I think they were worried I would turn into one of the zombies.
On the way down, the pace wasn’t as important. No polo, polo was shouted out during the descent. In fact I think they appreciated that we wanted to get down. Getting back to Gilman’s point took half the time, and after that point, the world was changed. It was no longer dark. It was light. What we saw were strange sights.
The strangest thing was all these switch backs took on new meaning. We didn’t have to honor them. We could simply dirt ski or slosh through the sleuss. The dirt, rocks could almost be parallel skiied through. The style was to slide and push ahead with each foot and lift at the end and start again. It was a lot of fun actually for a while until my right knee really started taking on the stress. It was getting painful and even trying to do the switch backs didn’t offer relief. It was a steep trail and my mind was made up to simply get back to Kibo in hopes of getting a nap in.
After a couple of hours of dusty rocky dust clouds of sluess we made it back to Kibo and were greated with our first and only flavored drink. Tang! The drink of champions. It tasted great. Then we took off our boots and relaxed. It felt great. In two hours we were back up and told the beds were no longer ours and that we’d sleep in Horombo. Yes, it would be the longest day in my life. Another 7.5 miles after what I just did… 10,000 feet (5000 up and 5000 down) was what I had just done, and how I’d do another 4000? I didn’t push back too hard. I knew it was part of the plan. After the nap, I took two of Mark’s magic 800 MG IBU profen hoping to take away some of the pain in my knee.
Below: Kibo at midday. We were in the stone hut on the left.
Another 4-5 hours and we were back in Horombo… our home away from home. That night 3 of us didn’t get up for dinner. Popcorn, cucumber soup, and spaghetti with vegetables in red sauce sounded awful. Two showed up for dinner and they made grilled chicken… the only night they had it.
The next morning we walked 20 miles to the bottom of the mountain to complete our trek. We saw 2 more monkeys… It’s always a great day when you see a monkey…
At the bottom we gathered for one last picture under the A frame that began our trek. We did it… 51 miles in total to and back to Mandara gate 2743 m
Who was the mystery mountaineering company? We went with Ultimate Kilimanjaro, run locally by Zara Tours.
Thanks Colligo our SharePoint iPad app sponsor. Their help it made this possible.
Also, my phone camera gave out on day 3, so this last couple of days photos are thanks to Michael Noel… be sure to check out his extensive write up on climbing Kilimonjaro on the Marangu Route