It rules over the sky – Kilimanjaro, Africa’s
highest mountain, distinguished by its three distinctive volcanic cones.
First conquered in 1889 by Hans Meyer and Ludwig Purtscheller, it has
called adventurers to its base ever since. And that’s just where G
Adventures traveller and soon-to-be-newlywed Sarah Manion found herself
last spring, standing on the precipice of a grand adventure. This is her
story of ascending to the fabled “roof of Africa.”
Kilimajaro calls adventurers to its base.
What
we were about to do didn’t sink in until we were on the plane from
Amsterdam to Arusha. I looked out the window over the clouds and
repeated the name in my head: Kilimanjaro.
We’d never even come close to doing anything like this. I’d been
through Europe; my fiancé, JP, had ridden bikes through central America;
and together, we’d been to Southeast Asia and a handful of beaches. But
this was on a different level. We’d yet to say it out loud, but it
wasn’t hard to see the correlation between this daunting adventure to
the roof of Africa and the fact we were getting married in about six
weeks.
Holy blatant metaphor.
We’d never even come close to doing anything like this.
We
met our group and Kenny, our Chief Experience Officer (CEO), in the
quaint town of Moshi. What had just begun to seem real on the plane was
now a physical tightening in my stomach, brought on by our first glimpse
of the mountain; so high and wide, it was its own landscape – its own
planet.
We’d opted to trek the Marangu Route
– at five days, the shortest of the options available. Our journey took
us across fields and other areas Kenny called “moorlands.” We hiked
over rocky passes and even through a rainforest, almost always uphill.
Truth be told, I hadn’t expected to encounter a rainforest on
Kilimanjaro, but it was probably the most pleasant introduction to the
mountain and its environment possible. A light rain had started to fall a
few minutes before we entered the canopy, and for the next five hours,
our group walked and talked and got to know each other, sheltered under a
gorgeous leafy green roof as the storm rolled past overhead.
On our route, Kilimanjaro sort of pounces upon you. Past the
rainforest, we hiked around a bend and suddenly boom: there she was, lit
up by sunbeams peeking through the clouds. That first glimpse is
burned into my mind like a mental postcard. You look at it, off in the
distance, and the first thing you think is, "I’m going to climb that.”
The second thing you think is, “Holy moly. How am I even going to get
there?”
The first night was magical, but it had nothing to do with the
mountain. We set up our camp in the dark (the crew provided headlamps)
and then disappeared. A few minutes later, they came back bearing our
night’s meal – delicious, warm, and satisfying after a long day on foot.
And plentiful; the food just kept coming, leaving us wondering how on
earth they managed to carry it all up here.
Morning coffee on Kilimanjaro.
On
a trek like this, your experience is only as good as the people who
help you get there. In our case, we were blessed with a team of
charming, knowledgeable CEOs and porters who saw it as their duty to get
us to the top in the best spirits possible. They set a pace for us that
was relaxed and comfortable, ensuring that the group stayed together
and nobody fell behind. This had as much to do with safety as it did
with building camaraderie; the slow pace helped us acclimate to our
surroundings and pass the time with conversation and jokes. What’s the
point of doing something like this if you’re not having a good time?
Kilimanjaro support team greets the dawn.
The
challenge for me wasn’t in the terrain or the altitude, but in the
unknown of what lay ahead. Nothing was consistent. The sun shone for a
while, and then it got cloudy. Then it rained. Then it was foggy. The
temperature. The terrain. Hungry some moments and anxious others. After a
while, though, you get used to it and accept it as part of the
experience. If climbing one of the world’s Seven Summits were easy, it
wouldn’t be an accomplishment, right?
JP and I almost always walked together, but I learned that when
you’re doing something as challenging as this, there are times when
you’re just alone with your thoughts. Kenny was so caring, visiting each
of us in the group periodically to gauge how we were feeling and
encouraging us to continue. Our porters were inspiring too, carrying
everything the group needed in a way that seemed almost effortless.
This trek felt deeply personal and I thought if it resembled marriage in any way, we were off to quite a start.
How
do you describe the moment when you’re watching the sunrise from the
highest point on a continent? You just can’t. You can look at pictures
and read books, but nothing – nothing – can prepare you for what it’s
really like to stand there and gaze down at how far you’ve come.
Mt Kilimanjaro is waiting for you.
Getting There
G Adventures runs a number of departures to Kilimajaro
encompassing a wide range of departure dates. We’re thrilled at the
prospect of showing you this big blue planet of ours — check out our small group trips here.
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