I'll take you back a few years. This was my first real mountain hike. I don't really remember much about the climb (because I always mix the memory of it with another similar experience), but what I do remember is how enjoyable a trek is when you're on the trail with your friends. We started the trek well into the afternoon and arrived at the summit in the evening. After a good night's rest, we woke up to greet the sunrise, morning stars and all. The trip down was a cruel reminder of the saying, "what goes up must always come down."
We arrived a bit late, so it became a night trek.
Myself at the summit.
Our camp. During the night after a bit of rest we had to either find a dung-free spot where our tents could fit or "make" a dung-free spot ourselves. Did I mention that we had to do that in the dark?
Mr. Cow-- the reason for all the crap. :P
Happy trekkers!
Sunrise at the summit.
A photo right after sunrise.
Photo before leaving.
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