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It's 2am and below zero. The wind is ripping into my face. My hands are frozen. My legs are numb. I'm exhausted. I'm scared. Each step is a struggle. I have no balance. I can't breathe. And as the oxygen continues to deplete from my brain, my thoughts are slowly turning to mush.
The obvious question is, why would any sane person decide to hike Kilimanjaro?
Funny observations and stories from our Mt. Kilimanjaro hike.