Hiking Back Down

Sliding down the scree

We were anxious to climb back down even though our legs dreaded it. We kind of hopped down the scree and were totally exhausted when we reached Kibo hut. At that point, Bob was not too sure he could hike much further but we both knew it was the altitude and the only cure for what ailed us was to descend. We slept for a half hour or so and then forced down a quick lunch, packed up and hiked down to Horombo. The further down we went, the better our heads but the worse our feet felt. That night, we slept like the dead.

The final day dawned and I had to force myself to eat, still. The night before, I felt like I had a diaper rash but it seemed to have cleared up over night. It was probably a reaction to my butt cheeks rubbing together for so many hours at a time. We had lunch at Mandara and it started raining. We donned our raincoats and headed for the main gate. Our final leg was through the rain forest and it indeed rained for a while. But soon the sun came out and we were able to enjoy the scenery in our shirtsleeves. Hiking through the forest made the aches much more bearable. Both Bob and I were worried about our knees and Bob almost sprained his at one point, but we were able to make it without assistance – although I was glad we had rented hiking sticks to lean on.
Nicholas signs our certificates

We thought these flowers looked like candy corn
Waterfall in the rain forest

Trail through the rain forest

We got back to the hotel and I took a nice hot shower while Bob relaxed with a cigar I brought him just for this occasion. That night we drank Kili beer and Bob ate a big meal, but my appetite still wasn’t too good. In fact my appetite did not return until I’d been back in the states a few days. Then again, there’s a reason why African cuisine is not very popular in the states.

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	We were anxious to climb back down even though our legs dreaded it. We kind of hopped down the scree and were totally exhausted when we reached Kibo hut. At that point, Bob was not too sure he could hike much further but we both knew it was the altitude and the only cure for what ailed us was to descend. We slept for a half hour or so and then forced down a quick lunch, packed up and hiked down to Horombo. The further down we went, the better our heads but the worse our feet felt. That night, we slept like the dead.
The final day dawned and I had to force myself to eat, still. The night before, I felt like I had a diaper rash but it seemed to have cleared up over night. It was probably a reaction to my butt cheeks rubbing together for so many hours at a time. We had lunch at Mandara and it started raining. We donned our raincoats and headed for the main gate. Our final leg was through the rain forest and it indeed rained for a while. But soon the sun came out and we were able to enjoy the scenery in our shirtsleeves. Hiking through the forest made the aches much more bearable. Both Bob and I were worried about our knees and Bob almost sprained his at one point, but we were able to make it without assistance – although I was glad we had rented hiking sticks to lean on.
	We got back to the hotel and I took a nice hot shower while Bob relaxed with a cigar I brought him just for this occasion. That night we drank Kili beer and Bob ate a big meal, but my appetite still wasn’t too good. In fact my appetite did not return until I’d been back in the states a few days. Then again, there’s a reason why African cuisine is not very popular in the states.