Climbing Kili

February 2023
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  • One More Sleep

    February 5, 2023 in the United States ⋅ ☀️ 36 °F

    Tomorrow I begin the long flight to Tanzania. My first time on the continent of Africa, which, to be honest, has never been high on my bucket list- not sure why.
    I am a mass of tangled feelings right now, not the least of which is excitement. But that tangled mass is not insignificantly composed of fear. Fear has always been my arch nemesis. For many years I allowed it to paralyze me. To not take risks. To stay too long in bad situations or to escape good situations too quickly because they became difficult and I was afraid I couldn’t do it.
    I once had a young client who came to me because of her anxiety. I sent her home with the assignment to write down everything that she was afraid of. The next week she brought me a list; both sides of an 8 1/2x11 sheet of notebook paper filled with all of her fears. I actually had to ask what several of them even were ,(“What is Sarin gas?”). She mentioned that the assignment had been helpful. So I thought I would do that here and hopefully put some structure around my fears to keep the overwhelm away. Here goes:
    Plane crash- not the dying part but the terror leading up to the dying.
    Getting COVID- I’m not afraid of getting COVID but wouldn’t it just be my luck to get it at the start of the trip.

    As I was writing this my sister Ceil pinged me with a text to see how I was feeling about the trip. I told her I had a case of the “what ifs” and she asked me to name the biggest ones. Here is how that conversation went: (Many typos cuz I’m copying and pasting. Cuz I’m lazy.)

    Me:
    I am just journaling and naming the things I’m afraid of. And the more I think about it my fears have more to do with my discomfort than anything else. Like being cold. I hate being cold.
    But some stuff is like- “it would be just my luck to get covid at the start of this”. Or what if I end up getting acute mountain sickness? How much would that suck having to climb when you’re nauseous and throwing up? And then - what if I end up with HACE or HAPE. My doctor told me that his colleagues wife died after summiting Kili. And then I read an article written by a group of doctors and nurses that said how many people they witnessed with symptoms of HAPE being encouraged to climb higher and how even though the guides carry oxygen many of them don’t even know how or when to use it. So now I’m reviewing my EMT procedures in how to crack an oxygen canister! Oh- and then one guy on my FB groups passed out and couldn’t summit and when he got back he was diagnosed with cholera.
    So- ya know- stuff like that!

    Ceil:
    🤣🤕😊I love you! Ok- first, your list above reminds me of how you would go they all the things that could go wrong when u were on the pilgrimage- it makes sense for them to go thru ur head, and be prepared, but after a point, you got to ride. I think Ughs if at any point u are feeling I’ll, u will know u need to stop- and I don’t think YOU are so “I must summit” that tgat mindset would override your gut. Always go with ur gut instinct- regardless of what that might mean for others. That said, you’ve done everything you could to be prepared for this- and you are so much stronger than you know, let that surprise you. ❤️

    Me:
    Oh- I know all that intellectually. And none of it will stop me- but like- what if I lose the hearing in my other ear?
    😂😁🙄

    Ceil:
    What if you get your period?🤣 🤣😂

    Me:
    Oh no! I hadn’t considered that! What if nuclear war breaks out?

    Also-No Diet Coke on Kili! 😮😰

    Ceil:
    Ok- NOW I’m worried for u!!!

    I feel so seen!
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  • Day 3

    Happy Birthday to Me!

    February 9, 2023 in Tanzania ⋅ 🌩️ 77 °F

    After 3 flights and about 24 hours in all I landed in Arusha around 9:00 last night. By the time I got through customs and to my hotel it was 10:30. I was SO TIRED but couldn’t sleep. The A/C left a little something to be desired and I knew I had to get up early. (At the risk of being an ugly American, this place is kind of a dump!). I had booked a walking safari and game drive and was getting picked up at 7:00.
    James was my tour guide. Totally forgot to get a picture of him! Nice kid but between my crappy hearing and his very thick accent I really struggled to understand what he was talking about! So I did a lot of the old mmm-hmmms and head nodding but didn’t pick up a whole lot. It did give me a chance to get a first look at Africa. What I saw reminded me of some Caribbean countries we have been to. Just kind of random placement of ramshackle shanties. Lots of people hanging around. James said they were looking for day jobs because unemployment is very high here. I did see several women walking along the road with those huge baskets on their heads. And many, many school kids in their uniforms of all different colors. Of course the girls were all in pleated knee length or longer skirts and the little boys with their ties on. Very formal. I had assumed that Islam would be the major religion here, but James told me that Christianity is much more common, except for certain areas such as Zanzibar. The school uniforms looked like what we would have seen the Catholic school kids wearing 50 years ago in the states. I found myself wishing that I was on foot rather than in a car. I could have gotten pictures that captured the feel of everything.
    We got to the park and checked in with the rangers. For some reason I had 2 of them assigned to me- Eric and Emmanuel. Eric carried a rifle in case some of the animals decided to charge 😰😰. We began walking in the grasses of the savannah. Everywhere you looked you saw herds of animals- giraffes, buffalo, zebras; flocks of egrets who feed off of some organism on the buffalo; warthogs who travel in family units- Mom, Dad, and kids. (I just can’t help myself. The first few times I saw warthogs I HAD to start singing that song from Lion King! “When I was a young warthog….” The rangers looked…confused? But I know that you, dear reader, were singing it too!)
    I was hoping to see elephants but apparently they are more likely to hide in brush. The closest we got was seeing fresh elephant pooh. We saw lots of pooh of every sort- pooh pooh everywhere. In fact, here’s a fun fact. Giraffe pooh looks like little bunny turds. That’s because they feed up high- off the acacia trees- and really don’t get much water. In order to drink they have to get down on their knees to reach the lake. Ouch! So I guess dryness leads to little packets of pooh. Who knew? Trot that one out at your next dinner party!
    We hiked up Mt Meru (the second highest mountain in Africa) for a bit and over to a beautiful waterfall, where the rangers and I had a regular ol’ photo sess! We now have a little group on What’s App!
    That was the end of the walking safari part. Then we went back to find James and he and I went to sit by one of the lakes and have lunch. We saw several of what James identified as hippos in the water, although they just looked like big rocks to me. Apparently they don’t come out of the water until evening when they step out to forage for food. And you do NOT want to get in their way when that happens!
    James pointed out an area that looked like a pink sandbar in the lake. Upon further inspection, it was made up of pink flamingoes. So cool!
    So…by this time I was really ready to head home and sleep. However, James had a job to do and he was gonna do it come hell or high water! So we spent another hour or so driving over a really rough road to see the crater which, according to James, had more animals living in it. I mean- it was really pretty but the only animals I saw were buffalo, which we had already seen lots of. “Let’s head back”, said I to James, growing increasingly direct. Then as we were almost to the exit gate, James points out a building. “It’s a park museum. You wanna go in?” NOOOOOO!, said I.
    And so we came home.
    Cynthia, my trekking partner, gets in tonight. We are doing another tour tomorrow and then.Saturday.Da da da dum!!!!. We hike.
    Today was a very nice birthday indeed.
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  • Day 3

    And later that night…

    February 9, 2023 in Tanzania

    I am adding to my birthday footprint because this was so special I wanted to make sure I remembered it.
    I had just gone to bed (@ 8:00 because I am such a party girl), when there was a knock on my door. It was Tina from the front desk to tell me that my tour guide was here and needed to see me and was waiting in the garden. Mildly annoyed, I got up and went out in my jammies to see what was up. As I rounded a corner I saw what must have been the entire hotel staff assembled. As soon as they saw me they started singing and clapping, in what would become a very familiar call and response style. On a small garden table sat a big chocolate cake with candles and flowers in vases all around. Such a joyful experience. Cynthia had arranged for the cake, but the staff really did it up in a big way. I ran to get my phone as they continued to sing and dance. I’ll upload a bit of video here. Enjoy!Read more

  • Day 4

    Hakuna Matata

    February 10, 2023 in Tanzania

    A fun day. Cynthia got in last night and we started off bright and early with a visit to the Masai village where we had a beautiful hike to a waterfall, made coffee from scratch, and had a traditional Masai lunch.
    Came back to the hotel and had our gear all checked, ate a low key dinner, and now it’s after ten and I need to get to bed as we are off fairly early tomorrow to begin our trek. I won’t be able to upload anything until we get back but I’ll be journaling daily and will post it all upon our return, after SUMMITING MT KILIMANJARO!!!!!

    P.S. I just had to add something. About that gear check…
    Doris was the Altezza rep who conducted the check but she had a young trainee with her. I was fortunate to get the trainee, who checked that I had everything on the list, practically patting me on the head and declaring “good job!”. Cynthia got DORIS THE ENFORCER who checked and double checked each and every item of equipment, expressing doubt at anything Cynthia had packed that varied in any way from the proscribed list, making Cynthia try on her jacket over her fleeces, put on her liner gloves underneath her mittens, to prove that what she brought would work. From that point on Cynthia developed what one might call a resentment against the judgement of Doris, which became a running joke throughout the trek for the whole team.
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  • Day 5

    Day 1- Shira 1 Camp

    February 11, 2023 in Tanzania

    So…I had meant to write each day, but:
    A: there was no connectivity and
    B: I could have written and uploaded later, but by the time I hit the tent each day, I was just DONE! To be totally transparent I am sitting in the Amsterdam airport attempting to recreate each day using the itinerary and any photos I have from that day.
    So here goes:
    Had breakfast with Cynthia and met some other people that were going to be a part of our team. Most people were staying at the other hotel, (which we found out later was much nicer), but this is where we met Tina and Haythem- a couple in their 40’s who were absolutely wonderful. Tina is first generation American whose family is from Lebanon and Haythem was, I believe, also first generation American whose family hailed from Egypt.
    We also met Kelly, a young woman in her 30’s who was traveling on her own and had traveled and hiked extensively. It turned out that Kelly was part of a second Altezza group leaving that day, but we maintained the connection throughout as the groups would be staying in the same camps each night.
    We boarded the Altezza van which took us to the Aisha Máchame hotel where we met the staff and received any rental equipment we had opted for.
    And then we all hopped on the van that would take us on a 2 1/2 hour ride to the Londorossi Gate of Kilimanjaro National Park.
    En route we made a stop for a potty break at a market. Cynthia went in and was surprised to see that the toilet in the ladies room consisted of a 6x12 inch hole in the floor. A good introduction to the squatting pee that would become daily routine while on the trail. Some of the ladies had bought this device called the “SHE WEE”. It consisted of this contraption resembling a trough which you were supposed to slide under you and pee into. It attached to a pipe that you could aim. It essentially was like having a penis so you would not have to pull your pants all the way down to wee. I had bought one as well, but had decided to leave it at home. I don’t think either of the ladies that had it with ever used it as it required some practice in the shower so as not to get pee all over your clothes.
    We pulled into the entrance of the park and disembarked. While the Altezza guides were getting us all registered we had lunch at a shelter, served by Damas, who would be our waiter throughout the trip. Cynthia and I both developed quite an affection for this man, who would wake us up with a cup of (instant) coffee each morning. Cynthia nicknamed him “Mr. Coffee” and that’s how we referred to him throughout the week. I didn’t even know his real name until the last day!
    Lunch is where we met the rest of our team members- and what an international group it was!
    Cynthia and I were clearly the most senior of the group. Next were two Turkish brothers- Bahadir and Hamdi. Bahadir was 58 and a pulmonologist, (Yes, Lord!) and Hamdi (52) was an engineer and no longer lived in Turkey, but the two of them had done Everest Base Camp, (which Cynthia kept thinking was “Space Camp”) in recent years. Bahadir was more quiet and inward, but Hamdi was a chubby jolly guy who I thoroughly enjoyed! Then there was Tina and Haythem, who lived in Washington DC, Inara, an internist who was from Latvia but lived and practiced in Madrid, Dmitri and Julia from Russia, Jamila, a young woman from Moscow, Chelsea and Gaspar- Gaspar was a US Marine and Chelsea a nurse- they were currently stationed in West Africa, and Branch- a 22 year old marine who worked security at the US embassy in Malawi. Thirteen of us in all. The 4 Eastern Europeans mostly kept to themselves and spoke Russian to each other and not much of anything to the rest of us for most of the trip.
    After lunch we boarded the van to go to our drop off point- about 10K up the road. That 10K made a world of difference weather-wise. The wind was blowing and everyone was scrambling to find fleeces and hats in their day packs. The porters, (the unsung heroes of the whole operation), took off with all of our 100 liter duffels perched on their heads, along with all the tents, sleeping pads, chemical toilets, food, and all the various and sundry equipment to supply our team for the week. They carry all of this and make it to camp in 1/2 the time it took us, and we were only carrying day packs!
    Altezza had rated the first two days “low difficulty”. Hmmm. We didn’t have to go far, but it was quite steep, (although it was called Shira Plateau), and very windy. We finally saw Shira I camp with all the colorful little tents set up. This started our daily routine of getting to our tents, getting sleeping bags set up, having tea and popcorn for snack, washing up, dinner, med check, next day briefing and bed. On day one we also had toilet training, (and by that I don’t mean literal toilet training- doh!- but how to operate the camp toilet).
    Now, I feel the need here to tell the reader that this girl does NOT camp! I looked at our little two person tent in which we had to fit 2 sleeping bags, 2-100liter duffels, and 2 day packs and wondered how I would EVER survive!
    I had heard that every night was cold cold cold, but I thought that maybe the first couple wouldn’t be THAT cold. WRONG! My sleeping bag was rated for -20F, I had the warmest liner, and still my feet froze. That misery was mitigated somewhat by the surprise distribution of plush bunnies stuffed with warm hot water bottles. We all came to treasure those bunnies each night as one of the few creature comforts at our disposal. Altezza should really sell those things in the gift shop after the trek. I would have bought one for everyone I know!
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  • Day 6

    Day 2- Shira 1 to Shira 2

    February 12, 2023 in Tanzania

    Mr. Coffee woke us up at 6 AM. Neither one of us had slept well. Everyone is taking a medication called Diamox which is supposed to help with altitude sickness, but one of the major side effects is that it makes you have to pee ALL THE TIME! Add to that the 3-4 liters of water we are drinking per day and it doesn’t make for a long peaceful snooze. Plus- to get out of a relatively warm sleeping bag, slip into shoes, and head out to try to find the toilet tent in the freezing cold involved a great deal of self persuasion.
    Got our big duffels packed up and entered the dining tent for breakfast and got our first introduction to the “all white diet”.
    Watery porridge (white)
    Lightly toasted Pullman bread (white)
    African crepe (white)
    Lightly colored scrambled eggs (slightly less white)
    Banana slices (white)
    And mango (not white!)
    Clearly we would not be eating the rainbow on this trip!
    After breakfast we got our day packs ready, including filling our hydration packs and hit the trail.
    From Shira 1 to Shira 2 is about 7 kms and a 400 meter elevation gain. It is rated as low difficulty by Altezza, but Cynthia and I both thought it was kind of challenging. The main hike took about 4 hours. I chose a couple of mantras for when things got tough: “Courage over comfort”, and “Embrace the suck”. These both worked pretty well today!
    We had “white lunch” at camp:
    (Watery soup, huge mound of white rice, white pasta, or white potatoes with a scant amount of some sort of sauce. Oh- also usually some sort of a salad involving cucumbers, tomatoes, and onions. Cynthia had indicated an intolerance to onions on her reservation form, but someone had dropped the ball on this as almost every dish served contained onions.)
    Following lunch we did an acclimatization hike toward Lava Tower, which we would be climbing the following day.
    The remainder of the day followed the usual schedule. At this point, it’s fair to say that everyone was exhausted by the time we climbed into our tents. And looking forward to the warmth of our little bunnies!
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  • Day 7

    Day 3- Shira 2 Camp to Barranco Camp

    February 13, 2023 in Tanzania

    Today was our introduction to the concept of “hike high sleep low”. The trail was a lot of ascents and descents and then the climb to the top of Lava Tower, which was a climb of over 700 meters. This was an acclimatization point so we needed to stay there for a bit. So we ate white lunch.
    Lava Tower is where some team members began to experience some altitude sickness. Branch, in particular, was looking pretty green and was not able to eat much. Others were experiencing headaches. I think almost everyone was experiencing some discomfort.
    We began the descent to Barranco Camp, which is when my head really began to pound. The path was very rocky. At one point I slipped on a stone under my heel and fell. A short time later the heel of my shoe got caught on something and down I went again. My new mantra? “Shoot me now!”
    It was at this point, ladies and gentlemen, that I took on the reputation of the team member with “special needs”. From this point on, there was always a guide in very close proximity. This was also the point at which I started to rank my days according to number of falls/number of cries. By the time we got to camp I was 2 and 3.
    Took a couple of Advils, dried my tears, and got on with the day
    I am noticing that Cynthia appears to be doing much better with the altitude than I am. Although she sometimes gripes to me about how hard and “unfun” this is, she generally has a very positive and fun attitude with the team. The girl’s a real trooper!
    We are in the Barranco Camp today at the foot of the imposing Barranco Wall which we tackle first thing in the morning.
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  • Day 8

    Barranco Camp to Karanga Camp

    February 14, 2023 in Tanzania

    After eating white breakfast, we did the usual med check, (blood oxygen 90, heart rate 94, self rating 1-10: 8), we received instructions in climbing the Barranco Wall. This would not be hiking per se, so we needed to put the hiking poles away. It was more of a bouldering scramble. We could see other teams making their way up the side and it looked a little scary but also…fun?
    And so we began to climb. And it was really hard but also such a change from the usual- looking for hand holds and foot holds. We were frequently interrupted by the passage of the porters, which I for one welcomed! And then would continue along the narrow trail hanging on to the rock.
    I have no idea how long this all took. At one point we came to a very narrow passage called “kiss the rock” and I thought we were near the top. But as I’m sure you know the mountains are often deceiving that way. Just when you think the top is in view, there is a whole new face to climb. And it seemed to go on forever! What had been sorta fun at the beginning became just torturous, exhausting work. But after several hours we did reach the top and this was our acclimatization point for the day so we had- you guessed it- white lunch - up on top. By this time all the white food combined with my mountain sickness symptoms was beginning to repulse me and I had no appetite.
    In our briefing the night before, Rama, the chief guide, said that after we climbed the wall we would just have a couple of minor ascents and descents before getting to Karanga Camp. Rama was a big fat liar, as were all the guides at one point or another, telling you whatever they thought they needed to keep you going.
    These were no gently rolling hills, but major climbs and descents. At long last we spied the camp at the top of a hill. Unfortunately we had to descend at least a couple hundred meters and then back up before we could reach it. I think at this point Tina started to cry. I myself was beyond tears. Cynthia’s face revealed stoic resolve.
    The down was brutal and the up even more so. I was trailing everyone snd struggling to breathe when Samson- one of the porters came down and relieved me of my pack. He did the same for Tina. I’d probably still be climbing were it not for the help he provided!
    That night at dinner I got an epic nosebleed. It would be the first of several. In ordinary circumstances I would have left the table to go take care of it, but the dining tent was really tight and besides, I just didn’t have the energy to get up. So I grabbed a handful of napkins and tried to mop up where the blood had gotten- it resembled a crime scene- and thought I had gotten it under control. Put the napkins down and went to take a spoonful of watery soup and…plop! Right into my soup. Hoping against all hope that no one had witnessed this- I looked across at Hamdi, who was struggling to contain himself. Ah yes. A fitting end to the day.
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  • Day 9

    Karanga Camp to Barafu Base Camp

    February 15, 2023 in Tanzania

    Woke up today and noticed there were a couple of messages on my phone. We hadn’t had any connectivity since the beginning, but today we were blessed with a little 3G service, so I texted Grant a late Valentines Day message and heard back from him! This has been the longest we have ever gone without talking to each other so it really lifted my spirits.
    In getting ready for the day, I absently took what I intended to be my morning pills- Diamox and chlorophyll but immediately realized that what I had taken were my evening meds, which included a Unisom tablet that I take for sleep. Oops! Not a great move on the morning before summit!
    We had a 3 hour hike up to base camp and my butt was dragging. When I look back at my med check from that morning, my heart rate which had been running in the mid seventies was 56. The Unisom was depressing my heart’s ability to pump the way it needed to. So that put me behind the 8 ball for the day. Once at base camp we immediately embarked on an acclimatization hike. It was really killer! It was the first part of the summit climb and it was all steep slippery rocks. I tripped at one time and was just unable to get my breath without stopping every few steps. And all I wanted to do was sleep. After descending we ate lunch and were told to go and rest in preparation for summit.
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  • Day 9

    Summit night

    February 15, 2023 in Tanzania

    We were awakened at 10 PM and began to dress in the multiple layers we needed for summit night. At 11 we ate dinner and then had a med check. My oxygen level was in the mid 80’s, but I was feeling really rough. Tired, breathless, nauseous- just really icky. My self rating on scale of 1-10 was a 5. Had I not been summittting Kilimanjaro that night, I would have been in bed.
    For the remainder of this entry I’m gonna copy and paste what I sent to my girls about
    It. It was freshest then.
    “Anyway- off we went. It was immediately really difficult. Hiking at night using only a headlamp was disorienting for me although I thought it made the section we had done earlier that day easier cuz you couldn’t see what was coming. As we climbed higher and higher it started to get really cold. We were all wearing multiple layers but still my fingers were cold.(But my feet were warm in my alpaca socks.. best purchase I made for this trip!)
    I gradually became more lightheaded and dizzy - tripped and fell once but continued and then- about 3 hours into the climb my legs just gave out. I’m guessing we were at 16500 to 17000 feet. At that point I thought of what you all had said about choosing life over summit and I just turned to the guide who was walking close to me and said in tears, “I think I’ve got to call it”. I was really fighting for every breath at this point. He took my O2 level which was 72 I think and gave me oxygen which immediately shot it up to 97. Felt so good to feel my lungs be able to expand. So he called the lead guide who ok’d that he would return me to camp.
    He basically led me down for the next couple of hours. We got back to base camp @ 4:45 or so. They took really good care of me- took my boots off, gave me a fresh hot water bottle and gave me 02 for the next 1/2 hour. I got around 2 hours of sleep. When I woke the next morning I felt good about my decision. The point of doing this was never particularly about summiting- it was more about being in the arena and having the experience and I was ok with that. I hung around camp the next morning. Damas- the waiter came to my tent with a cup of coffee and insisted he make me breakfast, I was still having trouble eating. Then I talked with Emmanuel- the guide who brought me back who said he thought it was the right decision.
    The team started returning to camp around 11 the following morning. They looked awful. Every one of them talked about how absolutely horrible it had been. Cynthia came down finally- she had made the summit but looked terrible. The guides had continued to tell her I was still on my way all the way to summit. She said after the summit she was absolutely tapped out and a porter had to walk beside her to help her back while he carried her pack. I told her how exceptional she was and she wondered aloud what made her have to finish things when she was clearly so miserable. Have to say at this point I was feeling pretty good about my decision!
    But then the memory of the pain starts to fade and the horribleness and awfulness becomes a bonding agent for the team and, as I had anticipated- I felt a sense of “other”. Not because of anything they did or said but because of the mean girl in my own head.
    So now I’m asking myself if I did everything I could. Maybe I had more in me. Probably had more in me. I’ve never been particularly competitive- just with myself- but maybe I had taken the easy road.
    One thing I know. I’m never gonna go back and find out. This was really NOTHING like the Camino. It was pure grueling work. We did have a great team though. And met some people that will be friends for life. So overall- am I glad I did it? I think so. But there are many other ways I can be miserable and in pain and not have to fly half way around the world to do it!
    Love and miss you all!”
    The pictures I’m posting were taken by Cynthia upon summiting.
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