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Kibo Hotel... |
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The Kibo hotel is the place to be at Marangu. The walls of the restaurant were covered in expedition flags and T-shirts signed by hikers. Jimmy Carter and other dignitaries have stayed at this hotel. |
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After dinner I checked out some of the Canadian flags. It was interesting to read the names and comments people had written on them. I was also trying to determine which flag I would sign after the hike when I returned to the hotel. "But would I even summit?" I thought to myself. I was worried about the altitude. A trip to Peru a year previous proved almost deadly for me. The bus I was on at the time ascended too high too fast in the Andes and I succumbed to the oxygen deprivation. I fell unconscious, incontinent and seizured. I had the worst searing headache of my life and my GI tract was doing backflips. That was at around 17,000ft. Kili was higher. "Would I make it?" I thought to myself again as I turned to this one particular Canada flag on the wall in which someone had written inside the maple leaf "A piece of cake!" My worried frown turned into a grin. I was smiling now. |
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"A piece of cake" I said out loud. I can do this. I can do this... I returned to my table for dessert then made my way to bed feeling assured and a little more confident. "Piece of cake." Good night. |
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The earth is my mattress, a rock my pillow. |
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