The Solo Traveller’s Guide to Kilimanjaro – Part 2

So where was I? Oh yes, part way up the highest mountain in Africa, covered in my own vomit…

Loss of Appetite Kilimanjaro Helen in Wonderlust

Day 3

Exhausted and weak after a night of hell, I forced down a tiny bit of breakfast, the smell of sick still lingering in my tent.

Despite feeling like death, I was still determined to carry on.

I told Samson, my guide, about my ordeal the night before. I stood there expecting, y’know, a hug or some sympathy or something. Instead he looked me up and down with a serious expression, asked me if I thought I could carry on, I said ”˜Yes.’ and he said ”˜Ok, let’s go then’.

Samson Kilimanjaro

I added a rehydration sachet to my Camelbak water bottle before we set off, conscious that I needed to make sure I kept my salt and sugar levels up, after having been so ill. As we walked I began to feel a little better. The air was fresh and the views amazing. The landscape changed again to alpine desert, if Luke Skywalker had appeared right there and then, I wouldn’t have been surprised.


We were above the clouds completely now and Mount Meru was peeking through cheekily. I was a slow (pole pole), but persistent walker and preferred not to take many breaks. Every so often three American guys called Jeremy, James and Chris would pass me. I’d then catch them up as they took longer rests. As I trudged past they’d cheer me on with words of encouragement and then catch me up again a little while later. We were the Kilimanjaro version of the ”˜Tortoise and the Hare’.

Lava Tower Kilimanjaro

Samson and I stopped for lunch in the shade of a rock at the highest point of the day, Lava Tower. I didn’t manage to eat much lunch, aside from a small bar of Dairy Milk chocolate that was in my packed lunch. We then headed back down into the Great Barranco Valley to camp at 3,972m (13,066 feet).

Having a rest

The walk down was in some respects, much tougher than the walk up. You begin to use different muscles and your toes squash painfully into the front of your boots. I could feel my legs trembling ever so slightly with each step downwards.


It was eerily quiet as we descended into the gaping valley and Samson and I were the only people in sight. The views and the plant life were even better than before with oddly shaped Senecios trees scattering the landscape, looking like some strange camel-tree hybrid. We were walking towards a wall of cloud and I felt as though any minute we would be able to touch them.

Great Barranco Valley

Walking into Barranco Camp, it looked like we’d reached the edge of the universe. I’d started to feel ill again and my head was pounding. I fought the urge to cry. Without a word, I crawled into my tent and went to sleep. I woke a couple of hours later feeling disoriented and worse than before. The altitude sickness seemed to hit me when I was stationary. I needed to use the bathroom so I stumbled over to the long drop, but as the smell hit me I couldn’t help myself and I was sick again. I’ve been sick a number of times in my life, but this had to be the worst. Bent over, facing downwards and puking into a quite open (and full) long drop is a sight that will haunt me forever.

Barranco Camp www,

When I got back to my tent I took some soluble aspirin and drank as much water as I could. I was weak. I felt empty and my stomach painfully hollow, but I couldn’t eat. My appetite had completely disappeared.

That night I fell into a broken sleep, the wind and cold, coupled with a headache and nausea keeping me awake.

Day 4

Straight after breakfast I was to face my toughest challenge yet, the Barranco Wall, an 800ft high, almost vertical, cliff face. It’s not a technical challenge and you don’t need ropes or any special climbing gear, but you do need a little bit of bravery. I strapped my walking poles to my bag, as I was going to need both hands free for this. We began the climb. I wore gloves with grips to help. At times I was on my knees, at others I walked up more easily and Samson provided a helping hand when I needed it.

The Barranco Wall

When I’d watched the Comic Relief Kilimanjaro programme, I didn’t think the Barranco Wall had looked all that difficult. It had been misty that day and you couldn’t see how high it was. But today the air was crystal clear. On the odd occasion I had to step across a gap in the rocks. I tried to stop my legs from shaking, very aware of the ever growing drop between me and the floor. I’m not great with heights and was conscious that if I were to fall, it would be game over. I tried not to think about it.

After about two hours climbing upwards, I reached the top feeling triumphant and relieved. As scary as it is, the Barranco Wall was my absolute favourite part of my Kilimanjaro climb and the fact that I needed to really concentrate on what I was doing was a welcome distraction to the affects of altitude. The Barranco Wall

Samson and I sat in resting in silence, I stared at the clouds below.

Something felt strange, I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. We sat for a while longer.

Then it dawned on me. My mind was quiet. We were so far above the world that it was like the world didn’t even exist below us.

At that moment, I felt an overwhelming sense of freedom and peace. It was beautiful. The Barranco Wall

I could have sat there forever, but we were getting cold and it was time to move on.

The rest of the morning was an easyish walk to Karanga Camp where we stopped to have a late lunch. I was greeted by the rest of the team who had ”˜run on’ ahead. I still couldn’t eat and only managed to force down a very expensive can of coke. I felt awful leaving the meal that Rami had prepared. Karanga Hut Kilimanjaro

It was here Samson gave me the option. We could stay at Karanga and camp there as planned, or if I was feeling up to it we could power on through to Barafu Camp (base camp – the last camp before the summit).

I had chosen the 7 day Machame Route and Karanga is the extra stop on this route and omitted from the 6 day route. The idea was that if I reached Barafu Camp a day early, I could attempt the summit that night (the ascent to the summit usually begins around midnight), and if I didn’t make it, I could try again the following night as scheduled. I decided to carry on to Barafu. Barranco Valley Kilimanjaro

The next few hours went by in a blur.

I’d stopped taking my Diamox the day before, as I had the feeling that it was making me feel worse rather than helping.

We travelled up, down, up, down through the valley, the walk taking its toll on my weary limbs. And even though we were moving, it felt as though we were getting nowhere. Eventually I could make out tents on the rocky hill above. Barafu Hut

I arrived at Barafu exhausted. The landscape was almost completely devoid of life and the green trees had disappeared. Tents were pitched wherever there was a suitable flat surface amongst the rocks. After dinner that evening Samson asked me if I wanted to try for the summit that night but I was barely able to move so I said I’d wait until the following night and just try once. Barafu Camp

Day 5

I spent this day resting at Barafu. I was feeling a bit disoriented, headachy and bored. My iPod had died and I hadn’t brought a book. My face was swollen and my eyes had taken on a strange glassy sheen. I took a few trips to the main hut and bought myself a couple of cans of coke (this was getting seriously expensive) and had a few walks around the rocky campsite. The air was thin and even the shortest of walks wiped me out. I was feeling a bit jealous as I watched others sitting together in their mess tents and was feeling pretty lonely. I was sitting outside my tent writing my journal when I heard a voice behind me. One of the American guys, James, was doing a walk round the camp and had spotted me sitting alone. They had spent the previous night at Karanga but had now caught me up. We spent time chatting until it became too cold to sit out any longer. Barafu Camp Altitude Sickness Effects on Kilimanjaro

I went back to my tent where Henry brought me my last supper, but I just couldn’t swallow anything. It was still light when I settled down for bed at around 6pm, ready to climb to the summit later in the evening. The top of the mountain still seemed so far away. Barafu Camp

Day 6

Henry woke me at 11pm, we were at 15,239 ft (4,633m) up Kilimanjaro. Still sleepy I got ready, drank a little tea and put on all of my clothes, ready to face the freezing temperatures. I tucked my camera into the inside pocket of my thick down jacket, worried it would get too cold and stop working before I got to the top! Samson filled my water bottled with very hot water, I added a couple of rehydration sachets and tucked it into my pack along with some energy bars. We said goodbye to the others who wished us luck.

It was pitch black and my head torch shone dimly (I should have invested in a better one), lighting the ground below and Samson in front of me. Upsettingly I could see lots of twinkling lights snaking up the mountain, my fellow climbers, far out in front. I had a long way to go. Samson and I had walked no more than a few minutes and I was sweating. Oops, it wasn’t that cold yet. I took off a couple of my fleeces and stashed them in my bag.

We were going really pole pole (slowly) now up the steep mountain, placing one foot carefully and painfully in front the other. As we climbed higher the temperature dropped and I re-added my layers. A million stars twinkled brightly above me, but moving my head from its constant downward position made me feel ill, so I spent most of the time staring at my feet. Every few minutes I had to stop to be sick, except there was nothing in my belly so I was just retching. I could hear someone behind me being sick too. Eventually my vomiting fellow caught up, we smiled knowingly and each other and he and his party overtook me. There was no room for dignity on this last push to the top. The nausea made it difficult for me to keep my balaclava over my nose and mouth so the wind nipped painfully at my bare skin.

I could feel my nose running and reached into my pocket for a tissue. But my nose wasn’t running, it was bleeding. Damn. I had to remove my big mittens to hold my nose to try and get the bleeding to stop. My hands were freezing.

Eventually I got my nose to stop bleeding and continued up the mountain. I couldn’t see anyone behind me now. We walked in silence.  The water in my camelback had frozen now and would no longer come through the tube. I was exhausted and thirsty but even worse than the thought of going up was the thought of going back down having reached the top. All kinds of thoughts ran through my mind. At one point I remember watching a film in my head. To this day, I’m not quite sure how I carried on. Perhaps it’s because I’m stubborn, or perhaps because I’d been sponsored for charity and I didn’t want to let anyone down. Who knows?

The sun began to peek above the horizon at around 6.40am. I felt a glimpse of hope. I’d made it this far. I was sick but I was still moving upwards.  A trickle of people began to pass me in the opposite direction, having already reached the summit and now making their descent back down.  Still we continued.

Kilimanjaro sunrise

It was getting lighter now and quite a few people were passing me in the other direction now. Everyone greeted me with sympathetic smiles and words of encouragement. I passed my American friends and we high fived as we crossed. It was fully light by the time I reached Stella Point at 18,652 ft (5,685 m).  We didn’t linger. I kept my head down and carried on, to be honest I barely remember it.

The Kilimanjaro sign came into view. We were no longer on a steep upwards route but a steady incline across the top of the mountain. It seemed so close now but we were moving so slowly I felt like we were hardly getting anywhere. We walked for about an hour.

Slowly but surely we got closer. A big group were just finishing up their photos as we arrived. I walked up and touched the sign. I hugged Samson as my eyes filled with tears. I’d made it, I was at Uhuru Peak, the top of Kilimanjaro. I was standing at the highest point on the African continent at 5,895m (19,341 feet), the ”˜Roof of Africa’. The view was breathtaking.

Me and Samson at Uhuru Peak Kilimanjaro

There were lots of hellos and congratulations, and a mutual appreciation in our eyes.

The other group vanished quickly down the mountain and we had the summit to ourselves. We were the last people up that morning, but I didn’t care. I felt my eyes watering as I made sense of how far I’d come and what I’d been through to get there. We stayed up there for what felt like ten or fifteen minutes. We took pictures, I even did a little jump and clicked my heels. I was exhausted yet the adrenaline was pumping through my veins.

Top of Kilimanjaro

As we walked away from the sign I felt a strange mix of emotions. Achieving one of your life’s ambitions is a weird thing, knowing you will never experience that exact moment again. I’d achieved exactly what I’d set out to do, if slightly less gracefully than I’d imagined. Whilst I felt proud, relieved and happy I also felt slightly sad. You know that feeling you get on Christmas night? When all the celebrations are done and then it’s over.

Only on the way down did I begin to really appreciate my surroundings. The glaciers shone like blue and white diamonds in the sun, it was one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen.

Top of Kilimanjaro Glacier

The walk down was much faster than I anticipated. We triumphantly ran down the mountain, sliding on the scree slope. What had taken over 8 hours to climb up, took us 2 hours to get back down. We reached Base Camp just in time for brunch.

The 3 hour walk down to Mweka Camp was gruelling on my poor legs and feet. As we arrived the team were putting up the tents. Samson asked me if I wanted to stay here as planned or continue. I wanted a shower, I wanted a bed. Get me off this bloody mountain! The guys were happy to be finishing a day early!

We carried on walking. I was in serious pain when we arrived back at the gate 3 hours later. Every part of me ached. I’d been walking for the last 16 hours straight.

Top of Kilimanjaro

I picked up my certificate, signed off the mountain and tipped Samson and the porters. The car journey back was a bit of a blur, we dropped everyone off on the way and said a tearful goodbye. I couldn’t believe it was over. Did that just happen?

Top of Kilimanjaro

The warm shower I had back at my guest house was the most amazing shower I’ve ever had in my life. When I got dressed I realised my clothes were really baggy. I’d gone down a dress size. Every cloud and all that”¦

I’ll be posting my Kilimanjaro FAQ’s (including tipping etiquette) and my Kilimanjaro Complete Packing List soon!

Would I do it again? In a heartbeat.

Would I do it again alone? Yeah sure, but it would be nice to do it again with friends to have a different experience.

What would I do differently? I wouldn’t take Diamox. I’d wear my boots in more (once you get blisters, you’ve got them ”“ prevention is better than cure). I’d take more pictures or video. I’d pack more wet wipes and chocolate/energy bars and maybe some cans of coke. And a book. And a solar charger for my iPod and camera. And I’d DEFINITELY use the posh toilets when I had the chance. I still regret that.

Kilimanjaro Sign Helen in Wonderlust

But, Kilimanjaro, to this day, is still my greatest adventure.

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  • Courtney
    June 2, 2013 at 9:09 pm

    I have absolutely loved reading about your Kilimanjaro adventure and i hope one day you can hear all about mine. You have certainly inspired me to do it but hopefully i wont be on my own, i don’t know how you did it on your own but you did, woohoo. I cant wait to read all about your other adventures.

    Courtney x

    • Helen
      June 2, 2013 at 10:22 pm

      Thanks Courtney! I look forward to reading yours too! Never stop dreaming! Always remember – it is possible!

  • Charlotte
    August 1, 2013 at 10:00 am

    Just read this (again) and its so amazing! Two weeks until I go, I hope I have the same experience as you (though maybe with a little less altitude sickness….) Lots of love xxxxxxxxxxxxx

    • Helen
      August 3, 2013 at 5:07 pm

      You’ll be fine my darling, I will be thinking of you all the way! xx

  • TammyOnTheMove
    September 6, 2013 at 1:50 am

    Wow, what an epic adventure. Well done for reaching the summit. It really reminds me of my trek to Everest Base Camp. Sadly I had to drop out a day before reaching it due to altitude sickness and hypothermia. It was all a bit of a drama, but I can’t help but wanting to return one day to finish it off. Kili sounds awesome too. Would love to try that one too one day.

    • Helen
      September 10, 2013 at 2:23 am

      You have to do Kili! How many days does it take to do Everest Base Camp? I don’t think there’s much of a height difference between the two, but I know Kili do 8 day treks too? I was so sick, it’s horrible! I know a few big strapping men who struggled too! To get as high as you did on EBC is amazing! 🙂

  • Pam
    October 16, 2013 at 6:20 pm

    I stumbled upon your blog from Fb referral on Absolute Africa – I plan to do a gorilla trek in Dec. I’m currently living in Kenya – so thought it a great opportunity before I head back to Australia in January. Thoroughly enjoyed reading about your gorilla terk, train ride to Tanzania, and of course your Kili hike – amazing! Thanks for sharing!

    • Helen
      October 16, 2013 at 8:52 pm

      Thank you Pam, that’s so lovely to read!!! You will have such an amazing time! And wow, living in Kenya, that’s awesome. My friend owns a camp in the Mara called Mara Explorers Camp, near Narok if you get chance to visit!!!

      Thank you for visiting!

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  • Jo
    January 26, 2014 at 5:24 pm

    What an amazing story – scary and impressive and inspiring and fearful and bought a small tear to my eye. Well done! I really want to climb Kilimanjaro in the next few years. This makes me want to and not want to at the same time but, all in, it’s better to know the potential problems ahead of time. Thanks for sharing your story – the good, the bad and the downright ugly 🙂

    • Helen
      January 26, 2014 at 5:38 pm

      For all of the hard parts, I wouldn’t change it for the world! Makes it all worthwhile! I know people who found it much easier than I did, and also people who found it a lot harder than I did and had to turn back. It’s so hard to predict!

      My best advice – drink lots of water, go slowly (pole pole) and keep warm!

      I think you’d be grand Jo! You’d love it!!!

  • Arianwen
    January 27, 2014 at 12:40 pm

    I just read the whole story. Amazing! I lived in Moshi for a month and never imagined that that rounded peak would have such versatile landscape. Your pictures are great! I’d love to do this one day, although, after failing Cotopaxi in Ecuador, I’m not sure I’m cut out for it! x

    • Helen
      January 27, 2014 at 6:28 pm

      I know! From Moshi, it looks so different. It looks like a painted on backdrop – not quite real! And it’s so massive you have no idea of all the seperate kind of zones. I still can’t get my head round it all!!

      Have a go! I reckon ytour body reacts differently to different things! Cotopaxi is about the same height isn’t it? Have a go! It’s all about taking your time really. How many days was that climb for? How high did you make it? x

  • Supreeth
    February 28, 2014 at 4:37 pm

    Wow! Africa has been on my bucket list and I haven’t been able to get there. Your trek inspires me to get there and quick…. your blog has been very inspiring Helen – I am presently taking baby steps towards being able to travel like you.

    • Helen
      February 28, 2014 at 4:51 pm

      Thanks Supreeth! That’s lovely! Baby steps is great! There’s no right way or wrong way to travel and it’s best to do it at your own pace! You’ll get there! I only travel on and off, but when I do, I try and push myself. The type of travel I do can be pretty challenging at times, but I love it! Each to their own though and the best way to travel is the one that makes you happy!

      • Supreeth
        March 1, 2014 at 4:14 pm

        Agree with you. Thanks for kind words.

  • korep
    March 25, 2014 at 5:26 am

    Java altitude mountains around 3000 meters above sea level, has a dense forest….
    I had been just up the mountain in Java, especially East Java.
    reading your stories makes me yearn to climb ..

    • Helen
      March 25, 2014 at 10:58 am

      Aw, sorry I made you want to climb! But I suppose that’s why I write about it! 🙂 I’d love to be up a mountain right now too! Any other good mountains to climb you’d recommend?

  • Jess
    June 2, 2014 at 1:32 pm

    W.O.W. – I am visiting Tanzania in January next year and the thought of climbing Kilimanjaro crossed my mind but this has made me want to do it so much more!!
    I’ve not really done any climbing before though… but I am fit! Do you recommend any training as such beforehand?? How did you prepare? Thanks 🙂

    • Helen
      June 2, 2014 at 9:09 pm

      That’s amazing! I’m hoping to go in January too!!!

      Kili is amazing! Really tough, but so worth it! I’d never climbed a big mountain either. If I were you, I would do a little training. To wear in your walking boots if anything! You don’t need to be really fit, I wasn’t, but I would do some practice hikes! A moderate level of fitness would be absolutely fine! Keep me posted on your trip! 🙂

  • Tamanna Rahman
    January 6, 2016 at 4:23 pm

    Hi Helen! I’m considering adding Tanzania to to my summer itinerary this summer as I am also flying out to Uganda to some volunteering. I would absolutely looooove to do Kili, more so now that I’ve read your post! I’d be in Tanzania alone for roughly 3 weeks if I get dates to work – what would you recommend?

    Tamanna xx

    • Helen
      January 6, 2016 at 6:22 pm

      Hi Tamanna,

      So are you looking for stuff to do in the 2 weeks after Kili? As that will take up at least a week. Other things I’d recommend, safari in Serengeti/Ngorongoro. As well as going to Zanzibar and travelling round the island!! I also love the town of Bagamoyo on the coats, abut an hour north of Dar es Salaam.

      Have an amazing time!


  • Sean
    August 23, 2018 at 6:32 am

    Great Story! Way to push through and get to the top!! This is a really informative post. So much good info in here. Nice work! Planning on hiking this soon. Do you think it is better to book before or is it easier to just wait until you get to Tanzania?


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