When the conversation of travel comes up over cocktails and I get ready to launch into my African adventures, I’m usually asked the questions that immediately kill the buzz… “Alone in Africa?! Weren’t you scared?! Wasn’t it dangerous?!” As a look of disappointment parks itself on my…
It was six days (four days up and two down), 5895m, (19,500ft), about 50 hours of climbing, a few mental breakdowns, a massive sunburn, a gazillion blisters, one nosebleed and pain everywhere…but I made it. Of all the adventures I’ve been fortunate to have, I don’t…