Morning borke easrly and cold, but sunny. The porters are break camp, while we gather our belongings from the tnets to asssemble in kitchen tent for a breakfast of eggs, toast, and always Kigali, the Kenyan staple. Bad news.
Larry Fishbourne, my New York compatriot, and Jackmon, probably the most athletic of us, have to bail from from the next stage. Larry is dizzy as is Jackmon, who comes from Lake Victoria. Acclimating to the altitude is never 100% successful of these treks. Mawee is guiding them over the Saddle down the slope to Marangu. I'm feeling good, despite my stomach woes.
Snow topped Kilimanjaro. I could see my breath. It wouls be colder at Kibo Hut. I walked over to Larry.
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