I could sense the worry in people’s voices when I mentioned that I was going hiking last weekend, with the rainy season and all. Luckily for us, God heard our prayers and the sun shone, not too brightly as a calming breeze blew by.
Finally the day, we had been waiting for came along. I was so excited and full of energy to be hiking Mt. Longonot for the very first time. I have always loved adventure and even wonder how it took me this long to get there. In the morning, the matatu we had hired did not show up and the guy was mteja. There was that wonder in my head whether we should turn back coz this was in addition to people backing out last minute. Was it a sign?? No, it wasn’t. We hang in there and went on into town where we were meeting the rest of the crew. The men of the team hustled and we were able to get another matatu. Just before leaving town, some cops tried to give cut short our trip but when they understood the matatu was hired for a private trip, they let us go. Finally the trip had begun. As we were busy chatting and catching up, it took an hour and a half for us to get there, and we were there all happy and full of energy.
The trail started and it looked bearable. As we got higher, the fat started being burnt and the muscles stretching. Due to the rains (good excuse), I had not done much preparation for the climb. As we moved on, it now became a serious challenge and I kept wondering whether to just stop and call the far I had gone an achievement. However, my sister and a friend kept urging me to go on and when I was tired they would stop and give me a few minutes to rest. This is the point where you know how many kilos you can carry uphill…he he he. The idea of seeing the top so close but the meanders so long was a bit of a party pooper, but the fact that others had done it and the first round team had already gotten to the top made me push on.
As the cool wind blew when I finally sat at the top, I could not help but smile to myself. This was a challenge, battled and won! (Patting myself on the back) I made it!! We drank water, had glucose and even fought amongst ourselves for the Oreos…
At first, the thought of going round the crater was absolutely absurd! How could these guys have any more energy left?? However, after a few minutes of relaxing, it was doable. Sadly the weather did not agree, so we had to descend and push it on for another day. Well, that gives me a reason to go back probably towards the end of the year.
Descending was quite a challenge as the loose sand made us slip a couple of times. We went down, singing songs and cracking jokes. What a lovely way to bond and have fun. Those are the simple precious moments that I will always cherish. You could see the satisfaction and excitement as we nibbled through our sandwiches, when we got to the bottom, as we celebrated the victory that was achieved last Saturday. To top it all up, we had a delicious meal closer to home and we celebrated my awesome in-laws birthdays. The cake was delicious and the surprise on their faces so amazing.
The crowd I went with was fantastic. These are people in my life who are my second family and I have so much respect and love for. What a great way to spend my weekend. As I cross off Mt. Longonot from my bucket list, I applaud my peeps and I, for a job well done and thank them for availing themselves and sharing this experience with me. I hope to climb Mt. Kenya one day but I should have at least practiced with Longonot like four times…
SheeGal signs out for today….