by Simo Hyvönen (Originally published on Dec 4, 2013)
It had been on my mind, and it had been my dream for almost a year. Then, suddenly, one day in August 2013, I realized that Kilimanjaro could be true for me. Previous night I could not even sleep, I almost itched in anticipation. The first day was the 24th of September, and it was pretty easy to walk through the green, fairytale-like forest. It took almost five hours. The second camp, named Shira, was located in a lovely rock area at an elevation of over 3,850 meters. Some group members had to stop already because they were so tired, and it was likely because they had not drunk enough water. The third day was bright. We climbed to the Lava Tower, which is 4640 meters high.
That afternoon was quite strenuous as we descended to the Barranco Camp, situated at 3960 meters above sea level. But that journey was over 10 kilometres. On Friday, we faced a terrifying trial: a high and narrow rock path. Sometimes, we had to help and support each other by holding hands, just as we do in our lives. I did not look down; I could only concentrate on the next step. I will never forget that day. We arrived at the Barafu Camp at six o’clock, and shortly after, the snow started falling. People were so thrilled that they began to play snow war in the middle of Africa.
The last climb we did in darkness with a headlamp. It took six hours. My guide, Theo, was very helpful and patient with me. When the sun came over clouds at five o’clock on the Saturday morning, I got more power. I was climbing very slowly, very ‘pole-pole’ truly. But I succeed in climbing to Stella Point to 5785 meters high! I genuinely encourage even older people, such as myself, to try this experience. I can guarantee that it will be worth it.
