How can you describe perfection?
Well, I guess you can’t. That’s why it’s so difficult to describe the feeling that accompanied me at the top of Uhuru Peak, after the nightmare of 8 hours ascent to Gilmans’ Point and after the final struggle at the crater rhim when step by step, sometimes one step forward and half step backward, I was coming closer and closer to the dreamed-of summit.
It’s priceless to be there at down, to see the glaciers dazzling in the morning sun, to see Mt Meru covered by mists and to have that feeling, that unforgettable feeling, that here you are, standing at the roof of Africa, the highest free-standing mountain in the world.
Its also priceless to see your younger sister already descending as she made it to the top one hour earlier in the pair of old jeans at the temperature of -15°C.
Descent is not easy either. The final day seems never-ending while we walk through the moorlands and the rainforest, down to Marangu gate where we started 5 days before. We don't feel our feet, the cheeks are burning, heads are twice as heavy as normally. However, when we finally reach the gate, suddenly it’s hard to believe that it’s all over. Our trek is finished. We are all exhausted and beat-up but very very happy.
Well, I guess you can’t. That’s why it’s so difficult to describe the feeling that accompanied me at the top of Uhuru Peak, after the nightmare of 8 hours ascent to Gilmans’ Point and after the final struggle at the crater rhim when step by step, sometimes one step forward and half step backward, I was coming closer and closer to the dreamed-of summit.
It’s priceless to be there at down, to see the glaciers dazzling in the morning sun, to see Mt Meru covered by mists and to have that feeling, that unforgettable feeling, that here you are, standing at the roof of Africa, the highest free-standing mountain in the world.
Its also priceless to see your younger sister already descending as she made it to the top one hour earlier in the pair of old jeans at the temperature of -15°C.
Descent is not easy either. The final day seems never-ending while we walk through the moorlands and the rainforest, down to Marangu gate where we started 5 days before. We don't feel our feet, the cheeks are burning, heads are twice as heavy as normally. However, when we finally reach the gate, suddenly it’s hard to believe that it’s all over. Our trek is finished. We are all exhausted and beat-up but very very happy.
But all sorrows are suddenly gone when I buy three bottles of cold Kilimanjaro…
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