Trithor
Chico (..... the clown)
At mid afternoon on the next day we set up camp and prepare for the summit attempt tonight. Not too much to do today other than rest in anticipation. The prospect of moving for the first time in just under a week without a 15kg pack on my back is cheering me up immensely. This is the first time I have done this trip on my own and carried all my own gear, each of the previous trips we climbed as a group and used porters for our gear.
(Yes the old fat bald guy in the bright red body warmer is me)
Up just after midnight and a hard ascent to the summit. In good time to relax, and prepare to toast the rising sun with a glass of V Cliquot champagne (only to discover that it had frozen to a solid block in my small pack! Damn, I dragged the thing all the way up this big lump of rock and ice, all for nothing) At least I can enjoy the best view of 'the Morning Star' in the moments before the sun rises,
As the sun rises, Uhuru Peak and the surroundings are unveiled in all their stark beauty. Definitely worth all the discomfort! Penitentes develop as a result of the sublimation of the ice, with a distinct and peculiar orientation (not as marked or dramatic as those on some of the peaks of Bolivia which we climbed a couple of years ago)
I cant help rejoice that the way down is so much easier than the ascent a few hours earlier. At least now I can take the time to look around and enjoy the contrasting colours and textures of gravel and ice. Wow and what a view!
The snout of Kilis last main glacier. There has been significant changes at the top over the years that I have been coming here. Not too many years and I suspect there will be little ice left.
I spend my last night above the clouds. I don't bother to pitch my tent, no real need to stay dry anymore, by lunch tomorrow I will be down off the mountain. Boy was this a surprise, traversing the mud trail the following morning was not easy with a pack on my back. I spent a lot of the morning on my butt cursing!
At least the colours in the canopy served to cheer me up and take my mind off the momentary discomfort.
Then at last, off the mountain! A quick helter skelter drive to the nearest village to visit The Most Important store imaginable,.......
The man that sells cold beer! (not much colder than ambient temperature, but still incredibly delicious! Next time I need to be a bit fitter so I can carry a few up the mountain with me?)
Then back at the guest house, a decadent hot shower, clean dry clothes and then sit at a table to enjoy a cooked meal and a gin and tonic, all the time with the mountain in the background. Unimaginable luxury a day ago!
The SAA 737 takes a slow turn around Kilimanjaro, a great view of what truly is a massive ancient volcano. A place that draws me back every few years. In a few hours I will be back in Johannesburg and except for a pile of dirty gear it will be as if it never were.
(Yes the old fat bald guy in the bright red body warmer is me)
Up just after midnight and a hard ascent to the summit. In good time to relax, and prepare to toast the rising sun with a glass of V Cliquot champagne (only to discover that it had frozen to a solid block in my small pack! Damn, I dragged the thing all the way up this big lump of rock and ice, all for nothing) At least I can enjoy the best view of 'the Morning Star' in the moments before the sun rises,
As the sun rises, Uhuru Peak and the surroundings are unveiled in all their stark beauty. Definitely worth all the discomfort! Penitentes develop as a result of the sublimation of the ice, with a distinct and peculiar orientation (not as marked or dramatic as those on some of the peaks of Bolivia which we climbed a couple of years ago)
I cant help rejoice that the way down is so much easier than the ascent a few hours earlier. At least now I can take the time to look around and enjoy the contrasting colours and textures of gravel and ice. Wow and what a view!
The snout of Kilis last main glacier. There has been significant changes at the top over the years that I have been coming here. Not too many years and I suspect there will be little ice left.
I spend my last night above the clouds. I don't bother to pitch my tent, no real need to stay dry anymore, by lunch tomorrow I will be down off the mountain. Boy was this a surprise, traversing the mud trail the following morning was not easy with a pack on my back. I spent a lot of the morning on my butt cursing!
At least the colours in the canopy served to cheer me up and take my mind off the momentary discomfort.
Then at last, off the mountain! A quick helter skelter drive to the nearest village to visit The Most Important store imaginable,.......
The man that sells cold beer! (not much colder than ambient temperature, but still incredibly delicious! Next time I need to be a bit fitter so I can carry a few up the mountain with me?)
Then back at the guest house, a decadent hot shower, clean dry clothes and then sit at a table to enjoy a cooked meal and a gin and tonic, all the time with the mountain in the background. Unimaginable luxury a day ago!
The SAA 737 takes a slow turn around Kilimanjaro, a great view of what truly is a massive ancient volcano. A place that draws me back every few years. In a few hours I will be back in Johannesburg and except for a pile of dirty gear it will be as if it never were.