Climbing Mount Kilimanjaro: Machame Route – 6 Days

 

 

I’m starting to write this whilst sat on the plane, above South Sudan… Almost 6 months after spontaneously booking a trip to visit my friend Georgie in Tanzania, and 5 months after spontaneously deciding to climb Kilimanjaro, I am around 2 hours away. 

I like to think of myself as someone who goes to seek great adventures, but in reality, this is both the first and
the largest.

I had always wanted to climb a mountain. As a child, I would tie a skipping rope around myself, Barbie, Ken and Action Man and we would scale the peaks (the stairs). Sadly, Ken and his sparkly black suit would often die. Possibly because he wasn’t dressed appropriately to climb a mountain… Possibly as I was an evil child.

As a teenager I joined the Sea Cadets and started expedition training, map reading and getting out on Dartmoor. Not that intrepid in comparison to Kilimanjaro, but it started my love of the great outdoors. I went from being someone who couldn’t read a map, or use a compass, to someone who now feels confident enough to head off with nobody she knows, to climb the worlds highest free standing mountain… on a different continent.

I had no plans to climb Kilimanjaro initially, but as the time got closer and I realised how close Georgie lived to the mountain, I knew I had to do it. It would have been silly not to.

​And so here I am, 884 miles away from Kilimanjaro International Airport and the start of a great adventure…

Day One: Machame Gate to Machame Camp

We set off from Springlands Hotel on the 10th October and after a briefing with our guides, Mzui and Frankie loaded all of our kit on to the bus. We drove from Moshi to the Machame Gate, where we signed our names away to register that we were about to begin our ascent. The Machame Gate is at 1,738 amsl, and so the air was already thinner prior to our 11km climb to the first camp.

It was very hot, and I had packed far too much in my daysack, and so this first day was a struggle. I had prepared with so much hiking and gymming, but I found it difficult still, due to the heat. Porters were almost running on up the mountain carrying huge packs. Super humans, I swear!

Frankie, one of our guides, took some of my kit in order to lighten my daysack, and we then continued through the forest. He told me about the plants surrounding us and pointed out items of interest, as well as telling me all about his brother who was a rapper in Dar Es Salaam.

We reached the Machame Camp, took the standard photo under the sign and headed over to our campsite. The porters brought us a bowl of warm water to wash off and we then went in to our mess tent in time for tea and popcorn before dinner. The fellow Brits I climbed with taught me how to play the card game named shithead (thanks, guys!) before we had a briefing on plans for the next day from Mzui, our other guide, and then bed.

​I felt very nervous about the days ahead based on Day 1, but actually all was to be well.

Day Two: Machame Camp to Shira Camp

I slept like a baby, aside from a cold trip to the toilet armed with my headtorch and a buff soaked in lavender oil. I stuck this over my nose to disguise the smell of the long drops!

At around 0630-0700, I was woken with a cry of ‘dada (sister) would you like coffee?’

Always.

After breakfast, we set off and began our steep climb through the heath and moorland zone. This was a tough day, but probably the one I enjoyed the most. We were climbing for the entirety, it was very warm, but I had packed much less in my daysack today, the pace was good and the route was stunningly beautiful. The only issue I faced was forgetting to put suncream on, leaving me a little pink when we reached the Shira Camp!

​We all found it a tough, but enjoyable morning and we had so much respect for the porters, managing to walk the same route as us, at a much quicker pace, whilst carrying our duffel bags, tents, chairs etc… Their fitness levels were just incredible.

Day 2 was fuelled by a lot of Romney’s Kendal Mint Cake. A favourite of my guides and porters! Most of this disappeared very quickly, but we were all grateful of the sugar boost every day!

I spent a lot of this day regaling Mzui, our guide, with what little Swahili I had managed to learn… unfortunately this did not extend much further than greetings and the words for avocado (parachichi), bell pepper (pili pili hoho) and watermelon (tikiti maji) much to his amusement… The rest of the walk, when I got a bit down/tired/fed up he just kept saying ‘parachichi‘ to me and all was well again!

We had lunch at the Shira Camp (3850 amsl), before heading out on a mini acclimatisation walk to a higher altitude. It was at this camp that the temperature really started to drop, hence the additional down jacket layers being thrown on, and the effects of altitude were a little more prevalent for some of the guys I was walking with.

At this point my Diamox (taken to lessen any altitude sickness symptoms) was starting to kick in and my fingers and toes felt as if they had pins and needles for around an hour.

We were treated to the most beautiful sunset over camp, above the clouds. The mountain in the distance is Mt Meru.

Once again we had dinner, a briefing for the next day and then went to our tents, where I promptly passed out again, sleeping like a baby!

Day Three: Shira Camp to Barranco Camp

Today was warm, but with a fresh wind when the clouds rolled in. We set off once more after breakfast and walked through the alpine desert region to the Lava Tower (4630m amsl). It was barren and how I imagine some far off planet in space to look!

On our way to the Lava Tower, we were lucky enough to see the start of a glacier melting as water began to run down one of the gullies. The start of the water flow was just as we crossed, so it was really good timing on our part. As we crossed over, we saw a man being helped down the mountain by one of the porters, he looked very unsteady on his feet and ghostly white. Hopefully this was not a sign of things to come when we reached the same altitude…

When we arrived at the Lava Tower Camp, we stopped for lunch in order to acclimatise to the altitude. A few of the guys I was climbing with were suffering from headaches, but I was very lucky and still did not have any altitude sickness symptoms.

I am putting this down to drinking copious amounts of water!

We all had Diamox with us, but were told not to take it unless we needed to. The Machame route gave us the opportunity to climb high and sleep low, in order for our bodies to adjust. They don’t prevent you from getting altitude sickness, but they do help with the symptoms. I took half a tablet a day as a precaution, but I was lucky and didn’t get so much as a headache. I think it’s luck of the draw with how your body will react.

After lunch, we descended again and headed for the Barranco Camp (3,972amsl) through scree and dried up river bed. Unfortunately, it was the walk this afternoon where my foot went out from beneath me, and I twisted my knee, leaving myself in agony for the rest of the walk to camp. I could climb up, I could walk normally on the flat and hills, but as soon as I thought about stepping/walking down a slope, I was in agony. I hobbled on down and collapsed in my tent pre dinner. I stuck ibuprofen gel on it, took some anti-inflammatories and then post dinner passed out in my tent again. It was starting to feel chillier here, but my Rab sleeping bag was just the warmest.

​The only part of me to feel cold at any point on the entire climb was my face!

Day Four: Barranco Camp to Barafu Camp

We left camp after breakfast and headed towards the intimidating Barranco Wall. 800ft high and almost vertical.

At this point I was feeling a little nervous (not the greatest fan of heights). Thankfully, though it was a steep incline, there was a path… I strapped my hiking poles to my daysack as I needed my hands. How the porters managed to climb it with bags on their head, hands free, I don’t know. Again, I think they may be super human!

​This path up the wall involved some rock climbing, and was single file for the entirety. My knee was holding up well going, so I felt optimistic…

​All I can say at this point was that Mzui had the patience of a saint when I had wobbles about where to put my feet/how to climb up/trying to not look down… Especially when we reached a part of rock that you had to almost hug to get around.

​The below photo is from around 1/3 of the way up the wall.

 

Thankfully we got to the top, where the view was superb and made up for the near death experiences*

​*I may be over-exaggerating a little here. Ok, a lot.

Unfortunately, as with most things… what goes up must inevitably come down, and as we started our descent through a valley, laced with yet more loose sand and scree, my knee was in pieces. I used my poles as much as possible, adamant that I would get to the Karanga Camp (where we were stopping for lunch), Barafu Camp (base camp) and then the summit.

My knee was totally fine on the flat and uphill segments, so I knew that summit night would be painful, but manageable. We stopped at the Karanga camp for lunch, where we said goodbye to the South African contingent walking alongside us, as they were taking an extra day to acclimatise before reaching the summit.

​After lunch, we continued down the valley and eventually headed up the other side and on to Barafu Camp. The wind had turned at this point and the cloud was starting to roll in, making it very chilly.

We arrived to the very open, very barren Barafu Camp, the cloud was coming in, the wind was picking up and there was no longer any sign of green life forms (with the exception of those people suffering from altitude sickness).

​We had a couple of hours to get our kit ready for the night ahead, before eating dinner and heading to bed at 1900, ready to wake up at 2300 and begin our final ascent to the summit…

Summit Night/Day

We woke up at 2300, cold, tired and shuffling over to our mess tent for warm tea and biscuits. We took our Diamox and made sure we had enough water for the night ahead, before setting off in the dark, to howling and bitterly cold winds.

The climb was tiring, partly because it was the middle of the night, partly thanks to the cold, and because at this point I had managed to contract a chest infection (I think due to the dust). The three fellow Brits I was climbing with wanted to go on ahead, but I was struggling with my chest, so I carried on alone with Mzui, who once more had the patience of a saint. I was so cold that I was physically shaking and he helped to warm me up and de-ice my then frozen camelbak. I blew in to the tube, I kept it insulated, it still froze… and so to drink from it I had to keep taking it out of my daysack, which proved to be a little problematic in the cold.

At this point I need to give a big shout out to Mzui, who kept me motivated to reach the top even when I felt like turning back, which says a lot about the quality of the guides. We kept talking to take my mind off the fact that I couldn’t see anything but the zig zag of headtorches head of me.

I have never seen skies as clear as I did whilst walking up the mountain that evening, and it kept my mind off the pain in my knee.

Eventually the sun began to rise, and so did the temperature. We continued on to the summit and reached Stella Point, before heading on round to Uhuru Peak – 5,895m amsl!

I had reached ‘The Roof of Africa’ – the highest point on the African continent!

I was so ecstatic when we got there that I gave Mzui the biggest hug ever and got a bit emotional and teary.
I even managed to get the HMS Victory white ensign to the summit on behalf of Portsmouth Historic Dockyard and the NMRN – Read more about that here!

Tragically, much like the last 2 days, my knee decided that it did not want to play ball on the descent, despite being strapped up. Every step downhill I took was agonisingly painful. Unfortunately, the only way down was, well… down… through the scree and rocks. Mzui took my daysack and had my arm over his shoulder to take some of my weight and we all but ran down, it was so so sore and this only made it worse, and we spent most of the descent sliding through rocks and sand, before eventually reaching Barafu Camp once more. I had some lunch, spotted the South African team who were summiting that evening and wished them luck. They had cycled from Johannesburg to Kilimanjaro and then climbed the mountain! Read about their story here! 

About one hour later we started walking down towards the Mweka Camp (descent route) and my knee collapsed. At this point my guide arranged for a stretcher on wheels to take me down, manoeuvred by himself and some other porters. This took a number of hours, down a very precarious path, which at some points ran out, meaning I needed lowering vertically whilst strapped in. Not at all petrifying in the dark! They had one headtorch to do all of this and when we reached the bus back to the hotel at around midnight I was exhausted, but so grateful to Mzui and all of the Zara guys who helped me down.

Since getting back to the UK I’ve been informed by the Dr that the pain in my knee was in fact a dislocated kneecap and meniscal (cartilage) tear. So that explains a lot!

Zara Tours

I can’t recommend Zara Tours enough to anyone who wants to climb Kilimanjaro. I had the best experience, and made it to the summit! It was truly an experience that I will never, ever forget. The guides and porters were incredible, they fed us well (I can’t believe what can actually be made up a mountain) and I really loved the entire trip.

I truly believe they went above and beyond on a number of aspects, and I could never thank them as much as I would like to. I hope to one day climb Kilimanjaro again, via another route (I know, I’m crazy) and I will definitely be choosing Zara. They were helpful throughout the entire experience, from booking, to climbing and even after.

Visit their website here!

After climbing a great hill, one only finds that there are many more hills to climb – Nelson Mandela
Have you climbed Kilimanjaro? Would you like to?

0 thoughts on “Climbing Mount Kilimanjaro: Machame Route – 6 Days”

  1. What an adventure!! It sounds absolutely amazing and challenging in equal measure, but definitely worth it all in the end.

    I would love to do this one day! But might need to get some training and definitely some strapping for my knee too. I hope yours has recovered now?

    1. I think strapping is a good call, I know I’ll be using it going forwards, annoyingly! Definitely worth it for the views at the summit!

  2. Looks like a great trip. I did a charity trek for meningitis now in February and it was amazing. A few people there had done Kilimanjaro and said that our walk was on a par so I feel your pain. They taught me the ‘kili creep’, small steps that get you there eventually with your lungs still intact!!

    1. Can 100% recommend it to everyone and compared to lots of mountain climbs it’s def one of he more affordable!

    1. Thanks! Knee is getting there now! Anyone is capable, a guy climbed on his hands, which was what kept me going when I felt like turning around! Definitely worth the pain!

  3. I can personally vouch for Ken & Barbie’s actions…I mean mountaineering – him in a sparkly suit & her in stilettos… can’t think why they didn’t last!! …that’s not to say that some have in fact attempted Snowdon in almost similar attire much to the chagrin of Mountain Rescue #dressaporopriatelyforconditions&terrain #beprepared #knowyourlimits #takeaskippingrope
    Great article Kate😄

  4. Hi KJ. I am glad you are keeping well and soaking up the whole experience. Most tourists who take a holiday trip/adventure to the southern region of Africa usually start by capturing the essence and beautiful of the safari wildlife, and understandably so. But no surprise, you have not conformed to the norm. While I admit that seeing the beautiful zebras, giraffes, Hippos, elephants, lions, leopards and the many other stunning wild animals in their herds and in their natural habitat is a sight to behold, I also believe that the beauty of Africa extends beyond those beautiful creatures. For the natural sun-kissed landscape, desert and green vegetation is just as stunning and breathtaking. The loving people, in their small sparse villages consisting of thatched houses and huts, their culture, their way of life and their warm welcome adds to the beauty. Tanzania is amongst those countries that you only ever need to go once because the images and whole experience stays with you forever. I however have promised myself to return to Tanzania at least one more time before I die. Have fun, be of good health and please keep safe.

    1. Ah see I couldn’t visit only once, I have to go back. I fell in love with it! Thanks for your comment, v jealous as I’d love to go on a safari but funds did not allow, sadly!

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