The more time we have spent on this trek the more that we have realized that our success or failure is only about 1/3 attributable to us and 2/3 the product of the remarkable support team that we have with our outfitter, Kilimanjaro Brothers. This was never more evident than this morning in our summit attempt. Long story short - we made it to Uhuru Peak. However, our success was not always assured. We both woke up at 11pm last night at the Barafu Camp feeling the effects of the altitude. Erika has been battling it for several days but Simon’s Diamox-provided immunity apparently wore off, and it did so in the form of an ear-splitting headache for most of yesterday and all of last night.
Still, after we got up, got dressed in our frigid tent, and had our briefing with Joseph and Priscus, they made all the necessary safety arrangements and had personal oxygen systems for each of us. Fortunately, we never ended up having to use it.
After a small breakfast of sugar cookies and tea, we took off up the mountain at our slow, pole pole, pace, which made all the difference. Our goal was 6km away but this is misleading since we were hoping to climb over 1200m and trying to do so after starting at 4673m. Our traveling party consisted of the two of us, Joseph, Priscus, and superhuman porter, Juma. The conditions were, by Priscus’s admissions, terrible. It was well below freezing (this was expected) and there were violent, near constant wind gusts that threatened to topple us over if we weren’t alert to them. Joseph adjusted our pace and hiking lines accordingly, though, but it was still rough going up 1222m (4072ft) over five kiomenters. At our pace, we trudged slowly and exclusively uphill trying to catch our breath for five hours in darkness, cold, and wind before the sun rose. Joseph, Priscus, and Juma made all the difference. They kept us going with positive encouragement, pointed out sites around us and locations we could see in Tanzania and Kenya from that height, and even sang many times through the night to keep us awake, knowing that we were climbing in the middle of the night on very little sleep. Erika and I cannot thank them enough. They were responsive when we needed to take breaks, helped us deal with temperature fluctuations and our gear (including preparing a strategy for when our camelbacks would inevitable freeze), and carried our day packs along with the emergency gear so we could maximize our chances.
The sun came up at 6:00am, just after we reached Stella Peak - the lower of the two peaks at Kilimanjaro’s summit. We felt an instant energy jolt upon reaching Stella and felt our fingers and toes again when the sun rose. We were treated to pilot’s eye views of the summit, the surrounding terrain, and the glaciers and crater near the peak.

(Photo taken later on our way down from Uhuru Peak)




We continued climbing around the rim of the crater up another 200m to Uhuru Peak, the highest point in Africa, where we could celebrate with the team. We got there at 6:30am local time. After months of planning and training, and days of anticipation, the challenges we faced on our way up only made it all the more thrilling to achieve this long-held goal together! Erika, in particular, acclimated to the altitude with no medical assistance.

(Simon and probably Erika but who knows under all of that gear! We were wearing bare layers, middle layers, fleeces, heavier jackets, and windbreakers on top, three layers of pants, two layers of socks, and ski hats and scarves, and ski gloves. Luckily all of our gear kept us perfectly warm and Joseph also showed us how to ventilate safely when we got a little too warm!)

(L to R: Juma, us, Priscus, and Joseph)
We were also able to see nearby Mt. Meru and the Kilimanjaro glacier above the clouds.


After ten minutes at the summit, we needed to race back to Barafu Camp to escape the altitude. After a quick picture and juice back at Stella Peak, we descended down the mountain at Juma’s incredible pace, skiing down the scree terrain and getting back to Barafu at 10am. We were glad to have summited overnight as the terrain looked even more intimidating when we did it in reverse later in the morning.
After we got back to base camp at Barafu, we briefly napped, packed our gear, and had a quick lunch before beginning the 10km hike down to Mweka Camp, located at a much more pleasant 3100m, at 12:15pm. This hike was all down hill and we were thanking our trekking poles for saving our knees from further taxation than they were already facing. Along the way, we left the Alpine Desert and got back into the Moorland, breathing deeply as the oxygen content in the air increased, and enjoying the natural beauty of the mountain.


We arrived at Mweka Camp at 3:35pm, had some tea, and are now trying to stay awake until dinner. We’ll see if we make it. Overall we hiked the equivalent of a half marathon over almost 14 hours and across 4017 vertical meters (13389ft) so bear with us!

We’ll be sad to conclude this part of our Tanzanian adventure tomorrow and sadder still to part with the incredible team and friends we have made here.