At Christmastime (“ho, ho, ho”), what better to do than… climb a volcano in Africa? That’s what I asked myself in November of last year…
…Wind forward six weeks, and there I was, at the summit of Kilimanjaro!
“The first stage of altitude sickness is euphoria: the individual becomes animated, excited, amiable, chatty… almost ecstatic. The second stage is lethargy: the person becomes despondent, sad, bored, subdued and sluggish, with no wish to converse and no appetite.”
Those are the notes I wrote based on the talk our guide in Tanzania, O.R., gave us not long after our arrival in the country. But I think she left the next stage out (she didn’t want to frighten us, after all); so let me add it: The third stage is fatal: a swift worsening of one’s physical and mental state and… hmmm, like O.R., I’d prefer not to go into it. Let me just mention what you’d need if approaching this third stage: oxygen mask, injected medicine, and a call to an SOS medical helicopter service – all ASAP.
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I'm neither a youngster nor a mount hiking trained person so for me getting on top of #Kilimanjaro was a challenge. Something that kept me vital was the surrounding view changing all the time from "Wow!" to "OMG!" // Я не юнец и не спортсмен, так что было непросто забраться на #Килиманджаро. В тонусе держали пейзажи: куда ни глянь – везде "вах!", "ух!" и "ого-го!"