[vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text] Climbing Mount Kilimanjaro – “The Shining Mountain” She towers above the Tanzanian cloud line, her glaciers reflecting in the morning rays, ‘shining’ as my eyes see her for the first time. I am about to start day two of my trek up the highest mountain in Africa and she offers me a glimpse of her beauty. She remained covered in cotton wool during my first days trek through the rain forest with porters marching up to Machame Camp where I rested my head for the first time on this beautiful eruption from God. I feel like an ant against her ginormous size and I realise that I am at her mercy. The ‘pole pole’ pace is doable as the going gets steeper and the treeline gets smaller. The hot African sun shows no mercy on my delicate white skin. Mount Meru in the distance greets us as we meander upwards. The consumption of water from my 3l camelback, which was filled by my waiter the night before, is coming to an end as Shira Cave Camp reveals itself after a rocky climb. Camp life buzzes, delicious meals are provided, long drop toilets are already the norm and tent sleeping all add to the adventure. The day starts off with a slight headache and some nausea and the realization of altitude sickness hits home. Part of my meal is forcibly eaten to combat the altitude effects and takes in the region of an hour to consume before I kit up to start the trek to Lava Towers at 4600m above sea level. The path zig zags to where the weather is cooler and the sights less appealing as I plonk my butt down on a rock to share my packed lunch with hungry crows. This is the official climb high
[vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text] Climbing Mount Kilimanjaro – “The Shining Mountain” She towers above the Tanzanian cloud line, her glaciers reflecting in the morning rays, ‘shining’ as my eyes see her for the first time. I am about to start day two of my trek up the highest mountain in Africa and she offers me a glimpse of her beauty. She remained covered in cotton wool during my first days trek through the rain forest with porters marching up to Machame Camp where I rested my head for the first time on this beautiful eruption from God. I feel like an ant against
