To the Top of Africa and Back!

I’m no mountaineer and definitely no camper! Traveler? For sure. Adventurer? Possibly – as long as I know that I can return to a place of comfort. I have now returned to my place of comfort – my home – and I’m glad to be back and able to reflect on my journey.

If I have to sum up the experience in one sentence it would be: This was an experience of extremes – the toughest thing I've ever done.

I both hated every minute and loved every minute at the same time. An experience that challenged me on every level - physical, mental, emotional and spiritual. The question of “why am I here?” came up every single day and yet...

The exhilaration, the beauty and the spirituality were beyond description. To push yourself beyond the point you imagine you can go and then to be rewarded with magnificence and pure beauty is indescribable. To absorb nature's art in its purest form is joy! My eyes filled with tears every day – sometimes from the sheer hardship and sometimes for no reason at all.

The final night was a period of being awake 36 hours and on our feet for 25 of those. I was frozen to the bone. I didn't think some of my fingers or toes would make it. I was exhausted, depleted and broken. Shuffling along step by step in a line up, I was constantly battling the grip of cold, tiredness, breathlessness. I constantly needed to be woken up by my buddy behind me as I sleepwalked some of the time. The thoughts in my head kept me going and its amazing to become aware of where your mind goes in times of hardship. There was a point that I didn't think I would make it – my breaking point – just before sunrise. I could not see how far I had come or how much further there was still to go. All I knew was that I had been walking for hours and I was done – my body would move no more. I could go no further. A few sips of tea from the guides, hand rubs, back rubs and strong words of “you can do it, Daphna” somehow gave me the inch of strength I needed to get up again and reach towards sunlight – our only measurement of the end.

The rays of the sun were like a healing energy, as a little warmth and energy started seeping through my body and thawing my frozen bones. Slowly slowly I trudged further along the path. I made it, first to Stella point – a milestone on the journey to the summit – and then to Uhuru Peak – the summit. Uhuru was a further hour of walking in the cold, thin air. The path seemed endless, every slow step getting us closer to the peak. At this stage some of us walked in pairs, arms entwined, partners in climb, supporting each other to the end. The feeling of reaching the summit was incredible – it was unbelievable to have reached our goal in such tough conditions. We hugged, cried, laughed and took plenty photos. We had arrived at our goal after 5.5 days of climbing – just one step at a time!

I feel blessed and privileged to have reached the summit because I was millimeters away from not making it. The reward was the magnificence of the place and closeness to G-d! The support of the team and our loved ones back home got us through. This is an experience that has been life changing for me – I had to dig so very deep to get there and I found the strength in the depth of my soul, in G-d’s guiding angels, in the support of the team and in the love of the people back home. 
 

At the end of a full night of walking, we still faced the walk down. Another 9 hours of downward climbing to the camp where we would spend the next night. Just as we reached the end of our strength, we knew we had much further to go! Reaching the summit was a giant achievement but coming down was still part of the journey too. Once again, we reached deep inside us to find the strength to continue and we did! Well done team Kili!