Ok folks I wasnt going to write any more, but as has been pointed out to me what goes up must come down. A few people have asked me just to round things off, so here it goes, as far as my decent goes honestly I dont remember much, I think I may of run out of fuel just prior to what can only be described as flinging myself head long down the shear slate slopes, I was for all in tense and purpose a rag doll, and not the pretty kind either, more of the minging kind!! Poor George had the not pleasant job of getting me to the bottom, those that know me and my MS know I hate going down ( no jokes please ) an hysterical, slightly crazed, dehydrated, not come across a Waiterose in need of Gin and olives, queen who honestly has never camped ( no bloody jokes here either) hiked or roughed it in any way shape or form. You may be thinking he never will. you are probably correct. Catherine caught up with me half way down refusing to go another step, and she will I am sure tell you I was crying and making a bit of a scene, I would like to confirm this is true not only that, but apparently I was trying to make a call to John, to get me a helicopter and get me off this bloody mountain, and flagging down anybody that would stop!! my humiliation only got worse when the lovely blind chap I had spoken to on the way up, passed me and clearly unable to see, said to me, you cried on the way up to! Laughed and continued. I did you maybe happy to hear get to camp, not my finest moment but this time I didnt give a monkeys arse!! It was while laying in a semi coma like state, that it was revealed to me that we were walking again that afternoon. Oh joy! A couple of hours of easy walking to the next camp, all flat, no stones they said, well some body must of come in the night before , changed it to a slope, put in more rocks than cover the surface of the moon, and added well at least 3 hours. My face must of been a picture when I arrived at the last camp, the doctor passed me at top speed I think I mumbled something about being found eaten by lions which clearly fell on deaf ears, on a mission me thinks? When I did get to camp Calvin was waiting he brought tea and popcorn, it was now I think for him the penny dropped as he called me Mrs Simon and kept bringing me cups of tea. ( sorry Stuart that makes you Mr Stuart) tomorrow we would reach civilization shower, bed, shower, internet, shower, no wake at 6, shower, no sippy sippy, shower, no washy washy, shower, no windy breaker trousers, shower, no cucumber soup, shower, no popcorn , who knew it was a super food, shower, no popping toilet paper in a plastic bag, shower, no weeing behind a rock only to realize you are in full view, shower, no more burnt lips, dry skin, hands like I had been picking potatoes in the fields, shower, no more slightly pungent smell following me, shower, no more hand sanitiser, even if some of the posher guys on the trek had sanitiser that smelt of strawberry boot laces ( Rachel) no more tent pixies stealing things as you put them down, shower, no more tent torets , well not much anyway, oh did I mention the SHOWER!!! Truth is it has been a month and I cant believe I am saying this i miss it. the hike to the very bottom if I am honest I could of done without as I am sure several of my fellow trekkers may agree? It was again African time so way bloody longer than we were told, but oh that was all part of it I guess, felt like we were a million miles and years away just our little group. Naturally I was at the very back with a small group of lets say more methodical walkers ( some would say slow) I prefer methodical. The most fantastic BBQ awaited us, oh and my darling mingers apparently trotted off into some village, and bought me a lovely bracelet which sits here on my desk ( girls I love it) but dont ever wonder off again!! xx It was the bus trip back to the hotel that made me laugh, and again the girls rose to the challenge, we were stopped by street sellers , and wether it was because of the fact we were unable to shop, ( I of course refer to Waiterose) but the girls went for it, in the space of 5 minutes they had literally bought the lot!! I salute you girls, this was clearly a YES day!! On getting back to the hotel, I showered like a crazy person, my only thought being I would not want to be doing the drains over the next few days. We had an amazing meal a few beers, oh and a Whopping Gin cheers Max xx, The last hurdle would be the airport, oh and it did not fail, from being told they did not serve my sort? and everybody washjing there feet in the toilet, yes you heard correct, I tell you aint nobody got time for that!! The plane well I think Kristina had the best seat in the house judging by her face, poor Max her feet looked like they may pop, and to be honest nobody cared we just wanted to get home. When I thought things could not get any more surreal, they did Stuart my tent or as I like to call him wigwam maker, had been telling me about Catherine, and how much he adored her, well there she was with a bloody huge board saying Stuart will you marry me!! Oh and wearing may I say killer heels!! I notice these things especially when deprived for a week. So if I wasnt sobbing like a girl before I was then ( congratulations guys ) Jesus Im crying now!! So for what its worth this is the last post, the just giving stays open till the end of the month, so if you can or if you want to please donate, anything will make a difference. I have a few ideas about to do for next challenge, and will let you know, I will of course be wringing more money out of you. So what have I learnt in the last year. Well it was bloody hard work and those who followed from the start know how tough this has been. I now on reflection realize the truly important things in life, I hope, and one of those is true friendship, something I have found I think. My ms does not stop me doing pretty much most of the things I want, I am sure Stuart will back me on this one as he is the toughest bugger I know. how much we can all pull together when the going gets tough ( Oh Billy Ocean me thinks?) We are meeting up in November which is going to be wonderful. Gosh feeling a bit sad this is it the culmination of a year, I must also say thanks and its a huge one to the guys who were raising money for MS, Stuart , Max, Tam, Chris, Catherine, Hannah, Phil and Mark so far we have raised over £40,000 between us that is going to make a massive difference . Oh dear I am getting weepy or is it the gin ( and olives) so I think I better do some online retail therapy to cheer me up. Wow, its been a blast!!!! xxxxxxxx
Posted on: Wed, 24 Sep 2014 18:09:37 +0000
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