Shira to Barranco camp

Over the next two days we continued pole-pole in an easterly direction to reach Barranco Camp at an altitude of 4000 meters. The Diamox seemed to be working, as none of us in the group seemed heavily affected of the altitude. Only one or two people in our group have symptoms but far from the danger zone. Only during evening hours it is noticeable for both of us, the breathing is short and shallow and my face is swollen with a light headache, but nothing more than an Aspirin and a good laugh can cure.

The closer we come to reach Uhuru peak the more determine we are to reach the top regardless what comes in our way and despite our damp and cold living condition, and continued heavy load of the day pack, which always consist of 6 liters of water, we happily day after day strap our wet hiking boots to or sore and tired feet and look forward to a brand new day with more challenges and new things to absorb.

We stroll along via the beautiful Shira plateau moorland, which is one of the highest plateaus on earth and the weather is becoming very cold and the snow have started to set in and cover the ground. The weather is so unpredictable here on the mountain, one minute it is sunny and the next it is freezing cold and quite often we walk within the clouds, which was a very strange feeling. 

Rarely do we talk while we walk despite the many hours, but are too busy to try to concentrate on keeping steady feet on the uneven slippery ground and up to this day I think I had the record of falling. The hiking poles were really something. Never used them before and I always seemed to trip in them.

Only three days to summit.