I won't go into too much detail about the trip because I plan to go through my journal (I wrote in every single day) and put together a small publication. However, I think this blog is more so a summary of all that made up this trek.
The flight to Africa was long, but not as bad as I imagined. I was trying to think of things I would do on the way, knowing that a. I would be nervous and b. I would be bored. However, I mainly slept and watched animated movies which helped both the boredom and fear. Something about Pixar is relaxing. Upon arrival at the Airport I was feeling nervous, and the fact we arrived at night didn't make it any more appealing.
At the hotel, after meeting a few of the people I had spent months chatting to online - I was comforted but by no means comfortable. The two days before the climb, I was beyond nervous. I wasn't feeling myself nor feeling social as my mind took over and I couldn't begin to imagine what I was getting myself into.
After the first day of trekking I was feeling overwhelmed - not to say I didn't feel this way the entire time. But, everything about this trip scared me and I was worried about my success in doing this. I didn't want to let down my team nor the people at home and around the world cheering me on.
I made it however, reaching the summit around 8:30 a.m after trekking for 8.5 straight through the night until the sun rose. I have never pushed myself mentally nor physically as hard before. So many times I wanted to give up, that voice in my head was constant. I would have so many inner conflicts about what I had gotten myself into. But, to my surprise I met the congratulations sign at 5895 m in the African sky with tears in my eyes and feeling so completely proud of myself.
I would say that I was prepared for this adventure, but surprised by my own capabilities.
I am excited to share more of my stories and the real emotions of the climb soon.
Until then, it is time to recover as my toes aren't in the best condition.