I’m half awake and lying in my tent at the Giant Bamboo Camp, which is our first campsite of the Burguret Route on Mount Kenya. I’ve had the urge to pee for at least a few hours now, but haven’t been able to muster up the energy or overcome my fear to leave the tent.
Fear?... What fear?
Last night while we were sitting around the campfire, our guide Peter told us that we should make sure that we keep everything safely inside our tent since lots of animals are in the area of this campsite. Then, he said that if we wake up to use the bathroom in the middle of the night to make sure we first look around for any red glowing eyes before leaving our tent.
“Uh, what kind of animals are we talking about?” asked Dave.
“You’ll probably hear some colobus monkeys and tree hyraxes tonight as you try to fall asleep,” answered Peter, and then he mentioned something about “small flesh-eating cats”, hyenas, and some rodents.
|Gmork, from The Neverending Story|
We never really figured out what kind of cat Peter was talking about, or whether he was even being serious or just joking with us. But, at 3 o’clock in the morning when I woke up needing to relieve myself, I could hear some strange growling noises and then something that sounded like footsteps. Lurking outside my tent was obviously an evil flesh-eating cat, which in my mind looked something like Gmork from The Neverending Story (even though Gmork is more of a wolf than a cat). Needless to say, I decided to hold it until there was a sign of daylight.
To hear what a tree hyrax sounds like, click here.
Although, I swear that the tree hyraxes around our camp had the volume turned up to 11.
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At the first hint of light, I quickly unzip my sleeping bag and rush out of the tent to relieve myself. Having survived the experience without any encounters with flesh-eating cats, I return to my tent to begin the arduous daily task of deciding how many layers to bring for the day’s hike and packing everything else back into my bag designated for a porter.
While eating breakfast, I am amazed that our crew has carried a few cartons of UHT milk along with us up the mountain. I would have expected that they would have just brought powdered milk like most treks on which I’ve been. Despite still not having any appetite, I force down a bowl of cereal, an egg, some toast, some beans, and some Starbucks VIA instant coffee.
Immediately after leaving camp, the incline picks up and the trail is steeper than anything we saw yesterday. The giant bamboo forest continues to be fascinating and becomes even more stunning as the morning light filters through the tall stalks. There are a lot of dead bamboo stalks laying on the trail, which make loud cracking sounds as we step on them.
The walk becomes even more pleasant as huge moss-covered trees and long vines start to appear mixed in with the bamboo. Dave tugs on one of the vines, but it crashes to the ground right in front of him, nearly missing hitting him on the head. These vines apparently aren’t made for swinging.
We come to a clearing in the bamboo forest after walking about an hour and a half. Peter informs us that this is a horse camp, although we don’t see any sign of horses. The vegetation here is more small shrubs and thick patches of weeds. The path is no longer well marked, and I’m glad we have a guide to show us the way.
Winding our way through the weedy path, we get to a small stream. As soon as we cross the stream, the trail gets really steep, and we end up back in a bamboo forest. The steep terrain and exotic plant life reminds me a lot of the gorilla trek I did in Rwanda a couple years ago. It has a very prehistoric “land before time” feel to it.
For the next couple hours, the path alternates between bamboo forest and weed-filled exposed areas.
We come across the porters stopped on an exposed hill face overlooking the valley below. We decide to join them and eat our packed lunches. This amazing view is the first chance we’ve had to really get a feeling for how far up the mountain we’ve come.
Our packed lunches seem to more or less be the same as our packed lunch from yesterday (and end up being very similar every day for the rest of the trek). We all agree that the grilled chicken is easily the highlight, whereas the triple-decker sandwiches made with incredibly dry bread, one piece of unknown meat, a thin layer of shredded cheese, and a bit of butter are hard to force down without dumping some water in our mouths as we eat them.
After lunch, the trail continues through more bamboo forest and weed-filled clearings before entering the heather zone. We hike through a large desolate area with burned and blackened trees from a wildfire a couple years ago. Long grasses seem to have re-grown in the area, but most of the shrubs and trees seem to be dead.
Besides not having much of an appetite, I’m starting to have sporadic headaches now. This worries me, because I was convinced that the lack of appetite was due to other reasons, but the headaches are almost surely altitude-related.
Through the dead trees, we can see Batian and Nelion, the two tallest peaks on the mountain, up ahead. The afternoon clouds are beginning to roll in, but the view is still spectacular. Perhaps due to my continuing headaches combined with the fact that I’m trying to get used to a new camera [I accidentally scratched the sensor on my 5D Mark II two days before leaving on the trip and was “forced” into upgrading to a 5D Mark III… but that’s another story], I don’t feel that I’m adequately capturing the spectacular scenery from today’s hiking.
the plant not the president
On one of our water breaks, our guide tells us about some of the unique plant life found on the mountain. There are everlasting flowers, giant lobelias, and the Kenyatta flower. Peter tells us that the Kenyatta flower is only found on Mount Kenya. It is a plant that closes its leaves at night and then opens them during the day to catch the sun's light.
[Note: I can’t seem to find any information online about the Kenyatta flower, so I may not have the correct name for it.]
|This message did not make me happy.|
When we arrive into camp, I try cleaning the lens contacts again using some cleaning swabs that Dave gave me, but still seem to get the same error message on almost every test shot that I try to take.
Dave is a former biology student and is running around camp chasing birds, trying to get good photos of them. His enthusiasm frustrates me even further. My camera issues are obviously affecting my mood.
As I'm unpacking my gear in the tent, the thought occurs to me that perhaps my lack of appetite over the last few days is a side effect of Malarone (atovaquone-proguanil), the anti-malarial medication that I'm taking. I dug out the paper that came with my prescription.
"Side effects may include nausea, vomiting, abdominal pain, headache, diarrhea, weakness, loss of appetite, and dizziness."
Loss of appetite? Aha! This could explain why I didn't even have an appetite when I was in Singapore a few days ago, since that was the morning that I began taking the Malarone.
I'm worried, though, because the common side effects of Malarone sound a lot like the effects of altitude sickness. I then make the decision to stop taking the Malrone until the high altitude portion of my trip is finished and just hope I don't get bitten by a malaria-carrying mosquito in the meantime. I also hope that the side effects wear off soon, since I'm hoping to reach the summit of Lenana Point in a couple days.
We eat our dinner in a cave at the base of the towering cliff of Highland Castle. The cave provides a cool setting for dinner, until the porters decide to light a campfire near the entrance to the cave. It doesn't take long for the cave to fill up with smoke and make my eyes burn. We quickly exit the cave and have a seat in front of the fire with the porters. However, the smoke here eventually gets to be too much for us to handle also, so we head back to our tents.
Back in the tent, Dave and I line up our gear between our sleeping bags to prevent either of us from rolling onto the other. With the relative slope of this campsite and being wedged into the smaller-than-we’d-prefer tent, Dave makes the comment that it feels like we’re going to go luging down the slope tonight. We both burst into hysterical laughter like a couple of hyenas. Our dumb comments and jokes continue from there until we are both in tears. I’m not sure if it’s from the jokes or the lack of oxygen, but the laughter seems to make me temporarily forget about all my camera problems, headaches, and lack of appetite.
Little do I know that tomorrow will be one of my most trying days ever on a mountain.
To be continued.... (Click here for Day 3)
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