Sorry this is a week late. Still dazed and my body is still sore..
Today I slept well for about 6 hours. We started hiking at about 8:25am, it was very steep. We started at 3800 meters and went up to Lava tower at 4600 meters. It was acclimatization day so we went up and descended to a lower altitude. The descent was quite tough. I felt tingly all over then a blood rush to my head. Well I kept taking my meds religiously. It was extremely windy and cold and it was then I began to think what a stupid mistake I had made. Maybe I should have just gotten that Chanel bag instead of throwing my cash on this difficult mountain hike. I persevered. I was cold. My boots held up. I didn't feel tired physically but something wasn't right. I was just mentally and emotionally drained. I was breathing too heavy then we got to Barranco camp for an overnight stay! Walked for a total of 7 hours today
I woke up with a knotted chest. I had a nasty cold that I knew had to go away. I took my medicine and breakfast and we set off. We climbed the barranco wall for about 2 hours. It was rocks upon rocks...the views were spectacular. We were walking through clouds, hills, small mountains, valleys and all over again. I was getting sicker and sicker. When we got to Karanga valley my breathing was failing....I had to idea what it was. I had been walking for 5 hours and slowing my party down. All that kept me going was the thoughts of my family, my mum and her angelic face. I thought about my godchildren and my friends who were rooting for me. I thought about blogsville and i thought aout the summit.,.. Then I kept moving albeit too slow. Then we stopped for lunch and told my guide how I was feeling. I couldn't eat. I was wheezing loudly. We proceeded after lunch to the Barafu camp which was the foot of Kibo. It was summit night so it wasn't too long now. I had to tell the other hiker to go ahead as I couldn't keep up. It was as if I was swimming with my head under water and I was breathing but no air way coming into my lungs. The air was too thin and it was merciless. My guide was in denial about my health as I had promised him an extra $150 if I made the summit. Well another guide walked past and saw my state and gave me an oxygen test. I had only 72. in my lungs, I needed 90 to ascend Kibo. They were trying to give me water then I collapsed......
To be continued