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DAY 3 – We arose to the most spectacular sunrise, with the clouds way below the mountain now, and a stunning kaleidescope of oranges, pinks and blues in the sky above. John advised us to take longs, jerseys, gloves and a beanie for the latter part of this climb. Half way into the climb, a chilly wind suddenly picked up, as we crossed The Saddle, and we changed into our warmer clothes. Lee and Dianna, who were far behind us, had a guide who didn’t speak English well. They had to do the whole trek in only shorts and a tshirt. We saw them later on that night, tired and disillussioned, as they had both experienced hypothermia, and Dianna had experienced a panic attack. That night was the last we saw of them, as they were carried down the mountain the following morning on a stretcher, having made it so close. |
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Kibo camp rests right at the base of the steepest part of the mountain. That day had taken us 6 hours. Upon arriving at Kibo, Kenyan army recruits were camping out there in tents, having taken a different route to get up. My initial dismay at the thought of ‘sharing’ the mountain, was short-lived, as we soon found out the following day that they were all a great source of inspiration and companionship. At Kibo, we had little rest, because we had to rise at midnight in order to climb in the dark. |
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