5895 m. Hakuna matada...sort of. part 2 (africa internet probs)

Three hours down.

So in short, I puke,I dry heave, I cuddle boulders,my feet and hands are ice,I shake,my head pounds..but I make it to the top,well the first top,there is still another 3 hours up top before I start to descend. I make it to the world famous sign that says, Yay you made it...get a quick shot on somebodys camera with puke in my hair,snot in my teeth. I cry. I hug Linda from Canada who convinced me I could do it and who has also been to base camp Everest. I did it..I made it  to the top. But can I get back down?

I make it to the bottom three hours later. I am still puking..head pounding,no water or food for 9 gruelling hours.

I crash for a bit,get up and eat some stew with the others who are all in agreement that it feels like we got abducted by aliens,everyone has their own stories of sickness and suffering. It all seems funny to us. What  the hell was that about? As the british say,It was horrific..dont ever do it!

We hike out again after stew. One of our guys had to be piggy backed by a porter and stretchered. He was all good in the end. Funny,he has no memory of making it to the top..but has pictures on his camera..too funny. Classic.