|Kibo on Day 3 - at Cave 3 Camp|
This is when the hard work really started. We woke up to a blanket of snow covering the mountain. The wet snow pelting our faces as we struggled to walk (pole pole) from 4000 meters to 4700 meters.
|Kibo on the morning of Day 4|
|Pole Pole in the cold wet conditions to Kibo|
There were groups of trampers coming and going. Our porters were frantically trying to assemble tents and set up camp in the wet snow. The place was buzzing with languages from all parts of the world as people had come to this place for their own personal reasons and conquests.
I was tired, cold, wet and grumpy. I stood there taking it all in and waiting for my tent to be assembled as my bags got wetter and wetter. I thought, "What on earth am I doing here?" Reality hit like a tonne of bricks. "If that last 4 hours was hard, what the heck is tonight going to feel like?"
By the time my tent was up, it was soaking wet inside and out and totally covered in mud. I'm not normally the precious princess type but I looked at it and thought, "You can't seriously expect me to sleep in there?" There was a large puddle inside and wet mud smeared up the walls.
The porters are amazing and as soon as I thought it, I instantly felt ungracious. These guys work their butts off for us for only a few measly dollars a day. It's not their fault the weather is miserable. They are hammering metal pegs into the hard frozen ground with rocks without any gloves on their hands and I'm complaining about the mud.
|Arriving at Kibo Hut to sign in|
|Signing the register at Kibo|
And the food was really good. Our cooks were genius. I still can't figure out how they did it. Our dining tent was beautifully set for every meal. The attention to detail was impressive. This was not "roughing it". This was ultimate camping.
To be continued...