The rest of the time I was in Tanzania I hiked Mt. Kilimanjaro. It was not a very hard trek, slow inclines and at a Shalene pace of super slow- but the altitude nearly killed me. At day 3 I was at the final base camp before you summit, but had to turn back. I hadn't eaten in over a day and what I had eaten was very little simply because I had no appetite- (which is highly unnatural since I LOVE food but it could have been from the mix of medications I was taking to try and avoid the dizziness and yuck feeling that high altitude gives you along with the menu choice...I just wasn't feeling it).
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| First Night.... First Hut..... Feeling Spectacular |
My last night in the hut, I was up all night vomiting up what little was even in my stomach- and even woke up my sleeping neighbors since I couldn't even get the hut door open- not fun. So the next morning rather than summiting I played it safe and began my hike back down...throwing up the entire way. My guide even assisted me with this, was something I have never experienced before- someone assisting you as you throw up- also not fun.
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| My last day of feeling good...... |
Eventually I began to feel better, although it took another 24 hours for me to fully recover. Even the car park for Mt. Kilimanjaro was at a higher altitude than what I have ever been at. Note to self: Altitude and I are not friends.
The sights on the hike were simply breathtaking and I loved being all alone out on the side of a ginormous mountain, with nothing but my thoughts to keep me company. Here I was in the middle of December trekking along simply enjoying all the little moments. 
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