Kili Day 3, 26 Jan 2011
|Feeling good before breakfast at Shira Camp|
I didn't enjoy the potatoes too much last night (our theory about the constant potatoes was that the porters didn't want to carry them anymore so they fed us a steady diet of potatoes) and didn't wake up very hungry. I couldn't eat the eggs they offered for breakfast but had some Milo and we hit the trail. Chambo, our guide, warned us that today was going to be a hard day, as we would go high and camp low.
|Walking up to the Lava Tower|
We followed our guides as we were continually passed by porters along the Shira route up to the Lava Tower at 4630m (15,190 ft) and down the other side. I felt pretty good as we climbed the trail to the tower so I disregarded Chombo's advice to get off the tower quickly and spent some time climbing some boulders and taking pictures. As we came down from the tower I started to get a headache at the base of my skull that gradually increased and I completely lost my appetite. At lunch I tried to choke down some peanuts and bread but couldn't eat anything else.
|Descending from the Lava Tower|
Seven hours after we set out we reached Barranco Camp at 3950m (12,959 ft) and I was suffering. I was barely putting one foot in front of the other and had severe tunnel vision. It hurt to lift my head so I just trudged along at the end of the line until I tumbled into my tent. I immediately fell asleep and woke up to "Billy Goat" (trail name of the guy who put the trip together) checking on me since I disappeared as soon as we got into camp. He tried to get me to eat something and instead I started to throw up- luckily outside the tent. After I puked I felt much better, drank some water, and fell asleep for four hours.
|Crossing a glacial stream|
I woke up for dinner and the nausea was gone and the headache had diminished some so I ate some porridge for dinner with Camelbak Elixir and went back to bed. While I was eating a member of the Canadian party that was following us came by looking for a doctor. A lady in the group was also sick, but much worse. It turns out they were told that an Advil a day would be enough to counter the effects of the altitude. They were painfully mistaken and she had to climb down in the morning.
|Finally the camp is in sight|