In hindsight, my training regimen of karaoke, cigars and martinis probably wasn’t the greatest idea in the world…
This thought, and one that involves my incessant need to pee, cycle through my head as I place one foot in front of the other in the pitch black night – broken only by the headlamps of my guide and I (my climbing partner had long since turned around out of sheer exhaustion), the couple dozen other brave souls, and the breathtaking canopy of stars above us all. Despite these thoughts and the biting cold, I am focused on one goal – summiting Mt. Kilimanjaro.
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