The Nose of Kilimanjaro

After close to a week of watching the Big 5 through a Land Cruiser window, Bill and I were ready for a nice walk... Seven days were ahead of us which included a little camping, hiking, scrambling, with a touch of labored breathing. Ok, maybe a LOT of labored breathing, I have to admit even I was pretty winded in the last 6 hours of climbing. Luckily, the swelling of my face had decreased significantly, although you may still have mistaken me for the "elephant man".

The adventure started in 2003 when Betsy decided it a good idea to climb Mt. Kilimanjaro (19,334 FASL), currently the tallest mountain in Africa, one of the Seven Summits. She took the Machame route which is a south-central (Dr. Dre reference not intended but you may infer) route and is considerably difficult in relation to other routes. This sparked the genius idea from Bill that we take on Kili while they were here to visit. I, always looking for adventure, responded with an enthusiastic, "sure!".

Through months of planning and research with every company known to man, we chose Evan's Adventure Tours. They are a relatively small outfit with decent reviews and an array of new equipment designed to help you up the mountain. This was an obvious choice for Bill, now we just had to decide which route to take. Again, Bill consulted his Kilimanjaro guide book for the answer and it pointed to one distinct choice, Rongai Route. The Rongai Route is on the North side of Kili, the village situated at the gate is in fact a border town with Kenya. It takes a semi-meandering route, since the North side is relatively steep, to reach Kibo, the summit camp of Marangu Route. Being the rainy season, the North side of the mountain seemed like the logical choice since it receives less rain.

Saturday morning came and it was time to start our trek up the side of the hill. We said our "goodbyes" to Laura and Betsy, who were off to spend a week in sunny Zanzibar (rough), and were on our way to the foothills. Upon reaching the gate we realized that we had 15 people in our party not including Bill and I, we thought this number ridiculous! Ridiculous until we reached first camp when we found they had carried a porta-potty up to the first camp, apparently this was to follow us and our explosive-diarrhea (if we were to feel mountain sickness) up the mountain. It was embarrassing eating dinner in our very own mess-tent as the three course meal was delicious and we had a dedicated wait staff. We were wondering when the violins were going to enter the tent and begin the entertainment portion of the evening.

Both Bill and I were reticent to use the porta-potty, as there were pit latrines on the route. We felt bad for the poor guy who had to clean out the refuse when we finished... I think the feeling of remorse quickly subsided with Bill when he found out how difficult it is to use a squatty-potty, he is almost 60 years old! He took to the saying, "oh, toilet boy!", after he had done his business, thank god there is bleach in Tanzania!

After four hard days of hiking up the the mountain, we made it to the shared summit camp of Kibo. This is where Marangu and Rongai meet up to make a strike for the top. Till this point it was a pretty easy hike for me but I was still nervous about getting sick and feeling like crap, as I seem to get sick from just about everything here. Kibo is at 4700m, at this point I was pleasantly surprised that I hadn't had headaches or and sort of altitude sickness but was preparing myself for the worst in the morning.

After a sleepless night, where we went to bed a 5pm to wake up at 10:30pm, we got up to put on our winter clothing and set out into the darkness. Our headlamps lit the way as we trudged up the scree, at times we were the only ones on the side of Kibo which made the stars just radiate! This day, after the previous four, was relatively difficult for Bill, but as we ascended higher and higher, he seemed to become more and more determined to reach the summit (this is possibly the dizziness from the thin air or perhaps a cerebral edema - as Laura always puts it to me, "I don't want to make that call"). We finally made it to Gillman's Point (aka the crater rim) around 5am, with one hour to reach the summit before sunrise. Bill started to feel a touch better and we decided to push on ahead.

As trace amounts of light began to envelope the sky we were able to identify various landmarks and features of the crater. The ash pit was beginning to show itself, in what could only be described earlier as a looming black mass which stood ominously in the distance. We rounded the crater and felt a familiar "crunch" beneath our feet, it was snow, which made us realize we were close to the summit. As the sun continued to creep, I became anxious that we would not make the summit in time, so I forged ahead of the group. Coming around the last turn of the crater before topping-off, I could see the iconic Uhuru Peak sign just ahead. I arrived, minutes ahead of sunrise and was able to snap off a great deal of pictures (which will be posted in mid-May upon our return to the US). I felt surprisingly good on top and waited for Bill and our guides to follow up behind. We turned around towards Kibo only after a few minutes, which made a jubilant but exhausted Bill even more than joyed. After a hard 1.5 hours of descending down the loose scree, my quads burning with pain, we came to the realization that we made it!

Now it was a matter of getting down as fast as possible, which made it hard since Bill was definitely not feeling well. Although the thought of a nice hot shower was enough to almost get the two of us running, our legs dictated the pace more than our minds. We made the base camp in about 1.5 days and were back to Moshi before dinner time the following day. The camping was great and the fact that we both were successful in reaching the summit was even better! We are now able to put one more adventure in the books, don't worry, plenty of pictures will follow when we get the time and bandwidth to facilitate such endeavours.
-Ryan
ps- I want to give a shoutout to my two amazing sisters (ok, Brian should probably be included as well) Jenny for watching Frank, and Sarah for sending my boots, not her Boots, along with GUs, which really were the only reason Bill and I made it up the hill! THANK YOU!