Machame Gate to Machame Camp.
Our Kilimanjaro adventure kicked off at the Machame Gate (1,890m), with our spirits as high as the peak we were aiming for. We confidently strutted into the lush forest, feeling like conquerors—blissfully unaware of the mountain’s mischievous ways. Then came the rain, a surprise initiation ceremony from Kilimanjaro itself. But did we flinch? Not a chance. Wet but undeterred, we pushed on, our laughter echoing through the trees.
Day one ended at Machame Camp (2,800m), where reality hit us like a backpack full of rocks: stunning views, crisp mountain air, and the sobering realization that we’d volunteered for a week-long, high-altitude leg day. If only our muscles could laugh at themselves as much as we did!
Kevin 33-hiker.
Shira Camp.
Day two took us on a leisurely but awe-inspiring trek to the chilly Shira Camp (3,750m), where we felt like VIP guests in the clouds’ exclusive lounge. Nestled above the world, Shira Camp offered our first glimpse of what it means to live the “high life” — quite literally. The scenery was so spectacular, it almost made us forget the protests from our legs. Almost.
Coach Philip 46-Hiker
Next, we braved the climb to Lava Tower (4,630m), where lunch came with an unexpected guest: altitude sickness, making its presence known with a cheeky slap of nausea. Still, we pressed on, descending to Barranco Camp (3,900m), where Kilimanjaro redeemed itself with stunning views of Moshi Town and Mount Meru floating serenely in a sea of clouds. It was like stepping into a dreamscape — the clouds so close you could almost imagine reaching out and touching their marshmallow softness. And on clear nights, you could spot Meru in the distance, standing proud like Kili’s younger sibling. If this was the mountain’s way of saying “sorry” for Lava Tower, we gladly forgave it.
The Breakfast Wall.
Day four began with the famous Breakfast Wall—a name that really undersold its vertical ambitions. There is one section of the trail that is referred to as the kissing wall or hugging wall. This reference is made because of the narrowness of the trail at this point. When climbing this portion, you need to flatten against the wall to avoid falling off a steep drop. While it is not difficult, it can be a bit intimidating. Many climbers will kiss the wall as they pass through.We huffed, puffed, and high-fived our way over it at 4200m then dropped to Karanga Valley Camp (3,995m), where we rested and geared up for the final push.
Barafu Camp.
On Day 5, we reached the chilly and wind-swept Barafu Camp (4,650m). Despite the rocky terrain, volcanic soils, and relentless winds, the breathtaking scenery made it all worthwhile. We marveled at the stunning Mawenzi Peak and caught a glimpse of Stella Point. After a brief rest and an encouraging pep talk, we set out at 11:30 PM to tackle Stella Point (5,685m). The climb was the steepest and most challenging of our lives—each step forward felt like it came with two gasps for air. But then came the sunrise! Watching it bathe the world below in golden light made every struggle and shaky step worth it.
Uhuru Peak.
With hearts racing and legs wobbling like newborn giraffes, we finally reached the majestic Uhuru Peak (5,895m)—the ultimate highlight of our adventure. Sure, the summit sign isn’t exactly an architectural marvel, but when it comes into view, it feels like spotting an oasis in the desert! Standing on the Roof of Africa, we paused to soak in the sheer thrill of achievement, marvel at the rugged yet stunning surroundings, and wonder why we voluntarily put ourselves through such glorious torture.
We marked the moment with a flurry of photos, cheers, and whispered prayers of thanks (and maybe a subtle plea never to climb anything again). Then it was time for the descent—a triumphant shuffle down to Barafu Camp and finally Mweka Camp (3,100m), where dinner and the sweet, sweet promise of sleep awaited.
Martin 40-Hiker.
Our Takeaway.
On Day Seven, we made our grand descent to Mweka Gate, proudly collected our certificates (a.k.a. proof of our borderline insanity and unshakable determination), and headed back to the comfort of our hotel in Moshi Town. Some of us couldn’t resist crowning it with a cold bottle of the famous Kilimanjaro beer before boarding our bus.
Hakuna Matata, Enjoy.
Kilimanjaro will test your limits—physically, mentally, and emotionally—but the breathtaking views, the hearty laughs, and that unforgettable moment at the summit make every gasping step absolutely worth it. None of it would have been possible without the incredible camaraderie of the “Seven Wise Men,” the unwavering support of our stellar team of porters and guides led by the ever-reliable Josiah, and the delicious meals from our chef Steve that kept us fueled and motivated.
As the trail wisdom goes, “Pole pole” (slowly, slowly)—because whether you’re conquering mountains or navigating life, the greatest heights are achieved one steady step at a time… and let’s be honest, a good snack break doesn’t hurt either! As our waiter Joseph would always put it “hakuna matata, enjoy”.
Patrick 53-Hiker.