Below is the second guest post from my mum. I'll definitely be thinking about her experience when I'm struggling up that hill with all my fancy modern gear!
CLIMBING
Mt KILIMANJARO 50 YEARS AGO
As a
21st birthday celebration my mother suggested a trip to
climb Mt Kilimanjaro which was hastily accepted – a happy
co-incidence as Kili was supposed to have been given as a birthday
present to the Kaiser Wilhelm II by his grandmother, Queen Victoria,
in the late 1800s. The kink in the present Kenya/Tanzania border
would tend to corroborate this story. At the time the British
Government had been allocated what are now Kenya and Uganda for
trading and development, which became known as British East Africa,
while the land south of Kenya was given to Germany and was known as
German East Africa. The latter was re-named Tanganyika after the
First World War when it became part of British East Africa after the
defeat of the German army.
The
routine way to do this expedition was to join a group organised by
Marangu Hotel in the southern foothills in Tanzania. The climb
entailed a four day slog, using existing huts to sleep in at nights,
one above the forest line and the second at the bottom of Kibo. In
the typical laid-back style in East Africa we were just advised to
bring “warm clothing and stout footwear”. Although the five of
us lived in the Kenya Highlands at varying heights (my home at Molo
was 9,000 ft above sea level) we had never needed the relevant
clothing to cope with the cold at the extreme heights to which we
were ascending. No problem they had said, you can hire anything you
need at the hotel. In the event we all needed snow goggles,
balaclavas, gloves and long walking sticks. We carried only our
personal urgent needs in small rucksacks, the rest of our equipment
being carried by porters who followed us up the mountain. My own
clothing was typical of the group – a couple of thick jumpers,
cotton trousers, a rubberised waterproof jacket and two pairs of thin
socks, plus a pair of short leather boots borrowed from a boyfriend.
When climbing Mt Kenya five years later I did at least own a pair of
stout jodhpur boots! Such modern luxuries as thermal underwear and
padded jackets were quite unheard of then.

The next
day we continued up a narrow track onto the moorland with tantalising
views of the jagged peaks of Mawenzi slowly revealing themselves out
of the mist as we climbed upwards. The scenery up here was much more
varied as we traversed the saddle between Mawenzi and Kibo, and
finally arrived at Peter's Hut at 12,500 ft. While the porters were
unloading our gear we walked a short way up to the top of the ridge
behind the hut to catch our first proper sight of Kibo in all its
glory. However it was not to be, as thick cloud covered the snowy
top, but the sheer bulk of it was still an awesome and somewhat
daunting sight.

The
following ascent was sheer torture! Ascending in a zigzag up the
scree, 6-8 steps each zig/zag, was as much as we could do at a time,
such was our lack of energy and breath. Here our walking sticks
really came into their own to lean on when resting as much as for
balance and help while climbing. Ever onwards and upwards, until,
blessed relief, we reached the rim of the crater, at Gillman's Point,
19,043 ft above sea level. Sadly the flag pole marking the spot had
blown over, but was still there to mark the spot. Obligatory photos
were taken to keep as proof of our conquest. We had all been born and
brought up in Kenya, so none of us had experienced snow first hand
and were amazed by the beauty of the ice fields along the rim.

But soon
it was time to begin the descent. Easy, now that all we had to do was
avoid losing balance as we slid down the loose scree in short bursts,
aided by our trusty sticks. We even had the energy to bypass Peter's
Hut and continued on down to Bismark for the night. What bliss to be
warmer and relaxed – only now could we fully enjoy comparing our
individual highlights and lowlights of the trip. Never again, we all
said, but agreed that despite the trials and tribulations we wouldn't
have missed it for worlds.
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