Many of my friends are asking loads of questions, like “How long does it take?” “What’s the temperature on Kilimanjaro?”, so as training has come to an end, I thought I would take the opportunity to answer some of the questions being asked.

So we are taking the Lemosho route, which is on the west side. We “enter” the mountain through the Londorosi Gate, which is where I am expecting the excitement to really kick in, as we see the machine that is going to be supporting us, at work. By that, I mean the infrastructure of porters and guides, who work tirelessly, so we can reach our goal. What we have trained for years for, they do every week of the year, carrying our gear, so that we can achieve the dream. The Londorosi gate is at 2,250 metres according to our itinerary pack from 360 expeditions. We can expect the temperature to be around 17 degrees C.

Day 1: Our starting point is the Morum Picnic Site. We don’t expect to be seeing too many other people, as this is still a quieter route than others. The walk starts through lush rain forest, so waterproofs may be on, from day one. We have an ascent of just 100 metres on Day 1, plenty of opportunity to acclimatise and get used to being at over 2500 metres. A short walk between 1-2 hours. We do get the chance to do a walk high, sleep low walk as well.

Day 2: Another gentle introduction to the mountain with an ascent of 400 metres, over half a day.  Once out of the rain forest we are into moorland. The views are apparently spectacular. I am going to be so glad that I have a solar panel to charge my batteries for the camera, as I am expecting to be taking thousands of pictures over the seven days.

Day 3: We break the 4,000 level. We enter the low alpine desert section, which is supposedly surreal. Where we end up at the end of today’s walk will depend largely on the strength and health of the group. This is the second longest day of the trek, the longest by far, being the summit day. At 4,000 we can expect temperatures around 5 degrees C.

Day 4: Conquering the Great Barranco Wall, reported to be one of the great moments of the trek. It involves some scrambling. Here is where the ascents of goatfell will hopefully be good preparation. We then have a series of valleys before reaching camp. 4-5 hours today.

Scrambling Practice

Practice for the Barranco Wall

Day 5: A quiet day, preserving our energy for the BIG PUSH that is known as Summit Day! Only 3-4 hours walking today, and an early night! Hopefully time to take pictures of the beautiful starry night.

Day 6: The big one, this is what is has all been about. We set out at midnight, head torches on, and the light of a full moon (on the 14th) to go “pole, pole” up to the summit. First we reach the summit of Kibo, one of the three volcanoes which go to make up Mount Kilimanjaro. It is here we see the sunrise. Then it’s the final push to Uhuru point and the Roof of Africa! All 5895 metres up!  Today we will be walking somewhere between 12-14 hours, with an ascent of a Munro, but descending two Munros, with a drop of over 2000 metres.

It all sounds so easy, sitting in my lounge, typing this. I am excited and full of trepidation too. I hope that I have done enough to succeed in reaching the summit. My bags are ready to be packed. I am waiting for my hand warmers to arrive, and another batch of nappy liners, to make my own wet-wipes.Come back in the next day or so when I will share my method for making them and my own protein bar.




3 Different Walks, Same Summit

Goatfell: 874 metres

This is my third summit of Goatfell, and possibly my last, but then I said that about the first one. It is a challenge, and one that changes each time I do it: See I’m talking myself into doing it again, just to see the change.

A brief history on my Goatfell climbs. Despite what you may be thinking from the title, this was my fourth attempt at goatfell, my third success. The first time was a dismal failure. It was a dreich, miserable day, and about half an hour into the walk I developed cramp, any excuse not to continue in the rain. I turned back. After last weekends walk on the Luss Hills, in torrential downpour, including hail and howling winds, I look back on that initial walk and realise that it was a breeze, but hey ho. Last week I was given the title “Honorary Scot” for all the summer walks I have done in rain, hail and howling winds.

I was so disappointed not to have been succesful in reaching the summit, that I set off 2 weeks later, with a friend, and we reached the summit, where the views were not great. It started to drizzle just as we reached the top. I posted on facebook that I had done it, for a charity, and someone saw it, and challenged me to climb Kilimanjaro for another charity. Now I must tell you dear reader, that after finally reaching the summit of Goatfell, and successfully made it home to a warm bath, a hot dinner, cooked by the hubby, and a G&T, I slept like the proverbial baby……in my own bed!

Kilimanjaro is a full weeks adventure, camping on on the mountainside for 6 nights! Not my idea of fun. But after 6 months of not giving it a single thought, I thought “why not?” It was Christmas/New Year 2017/18 and everybody was setting New Years’ Resolutions, so I set myself one. To reach the summit of Kiliamanjaro in September 2019.

So my next two summits of Goatfell were training for this very feat. The weather was fair yesterday, although rain was forecast. The weather for the whole of August has been abysmal, rain, rain and more rain. August normally holds the promise of heather clad hillsides, but the weather had kept me off the hills where the heather is to be found, until yesterday.


As we approached the summit, the cloud that had been tiny wisps covering the peak, became thicker until at one point it was probably less than 20 metres visibilty.

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My companion on this ascent was Graham. Graham is 78 years old, and had a stroke 6 years ago. His doctor and family don’t like him walking on his own, and he doesn’t like to feel that he is holding people back, if he walks in a big group. So I offered to take him up some of the bigger walks and climbs that the mutual group does. That’s him in the picture, with his head down, advancing towards the bridge.

August on Goatfell

Heather clad hills of Goatfell

We made good time up, around 3 hours 15 minutes or so. I slowed us down going up, as my toe is still a nuisance. I have learnt how to manage it……I have to keep taking my boot off and doing a McTimoney wiggle on it. That seems to settle it down until the next time I lean on the outer edge of my right foot. My toes doesn’t seem to like that, and I need to reset the toe manually. Graham responded by developing a painful knee on the way down. What a pair we are. Graham hobbled back from the bottom of Goatfell, all the way back to the ferry terminal. We missed the ferry by about 30 seconds, so we retreated to the nearest cafe for a coffee and a snooze. Well we had been up since 5 am in my instance, and 4 am in Graham’s.

There are 2 weeks left! A month ago I was asking myself what I had signed up for? Was I mad? Could I really do it? Now it’s just a fortnight away, and I want it to be here. 10 days of work, a few days for the chance of getting a walk or two in. A fortnight to get the last minute bits and pieces like gloves and sunglasses, oh and a fortnight to perfect the energy bar recipe.

Come back soon for Visa’s Dollars and Packing!




Dreicher and Dreicher

Beinn Dubh 725 metres                                          7.25 miles                    4 1/2 hours

August has been a terrible month for poor weather, and I haven’t been out on the hills since my last trip to Luss 3 weekends ago. Yesterday, 4 of us headed for the hills around Luss, and I can only describe the rain as being of Biblical proportions, made all the more miserable by the howling winds that almost blew me over. I will be honest with you, if I had been on my own, I would have returned to the car by retracing my steps after half an hour, however I was with 2 guys who are part of the party who are going up Kilimanjaro, and 1 guy who has already done it.  Walking highlands website describes this walk with a delightful ascent up a grassy ridge rising from Luss with views over Loch Lomond and towards the Arrochar Alps. Photographs are few and far between on this walk.

Rising up from Luss

How Could I have Missed the Black Clouds?

Well I will be honest, for the first hundred metres or so, the views were beginning to look promising, but oh how short lived they were, because the rain started, quite heavy at first, and then it got heavier and heavier, and the wind started to blow, and then the wind picked up, and then it became so strong that I needed my walking poles to steady myself against the wind, and then it became even stronger that I had to lean into it, or else it would have blown me over. I discovered that my backpack had an incorporated whistle in the chest strap when it started to emit a high piercing call from itself.


Wind in the Jacket

As I write this I am flipping back and forth over to the Walking Highlands site, and the walk sounds delightful, with views of The Cobbler, Ben Lomond and the Arrochar Alps, as well as Doune Hill which I was up 3 weeks ago. I thought that was a miserable walk, but this one surpassed even that. At one point the wind was blowing my hood on my waterproof jacket across half of my face, obscuring the vision out of my left eye, and then my glasses got steamed up on the right. Did I say that I didn’t enjoy this walk? At one point I was thoroughly miserable and questioned myself severely as to what I thought I was doing, even starting to sob at one point. The only thing that kept me going was the thought that my step-daughter had ridden for 2 whole solid days with rain of Biblical proportions across the Mongolian steppe. My walk was going to be about 5 hours, her days were 14 hours long.


Holly, Soaked to the Skin

I wonder if her visiblity ever got as bad as 20 metres?

I think I will be safe in saying that it is highly unlikely that we will get weather conditions remotely like this up on Kilimanjaro. I truly hope not.

I hope you enjoyed reading this post more than I did researching the hills for it.

Blessings    Joy

This One’s for Sam

Altitude: 974 Metres                                                                             1st Munro

Out of 282 Munros, Ben Lomond is the 181st highest.

On Sun 13th May 2018, my husband and I set out from home to climb up Ben Lomond. We were almost at the base, when he received a phone call to say that his cousin’s daughter had taken her own life, that weekend. We continued on our journey, but neither of us felt like really doing much walking after that. We climbed about 100 metres up, and sat looking out over Loch Lomond, contemplating life, and what makes a 15 year old girl decide, that life is not worth living.

This week I set out again to reach the summit of Ben Lomond, my very first Munro bagged, and dedicate my walk to Sam.

It was a perfect day. So often in Scotland, the clouds comes down low, shrouding the awesome views, with an eerie mist. On Tuesday there was barely a cloud in the sky.

Ben Lomond is the most southerly of the Munros, and is found on the east side of Loch Lomond. Being the closest one to Glasgow, it competes with Ben Nevis as being the most visited. The easier route of the 2, climbs quite steeply from the start. From then on, it challenges very little for the experienced hill walker.  It took me 3 and a half hours to reach the summit at 974 metres.I took the yellow wrap I had brought with me, out of my backpack and placed it round my shoulders before having some pictures taken by 2 walkers who had reached the summit a few steps ahead of me. I told them the reason for the wrap, and found that tears were leaking out the corner of my eyes. Bless you Sam, wherever you are.DSC_0624

Along the way I met a couple from New Zealand who were walking with their 9 month old son, in a back-pack. We criss-crossed along the way, them going on ahead at times, only to stop to and tend to baby’s needs, and so I would overtake them again. We met up at the summit, after lunch, when they were ready to go begin their descent. I took a couple of pictures for them, as a family, and then asked them which way they were going. The Ptarmigan Ridge was the answer. Right-O! if they can do it with a baby strapped to their back, then I can do it with my 58 year old body!

The views were fantastic. I took nearly as long to get down as I did to get up, as the views were stunning, and I just soaked them up with my eyes, allowing the noisy walkers to overtake me, so I could enjoy them in peace.

Fly High Sam xx

Good Friday Kildoon Hill

Today, being Good Friday, is the start of a 4 day holiday weekend, and I am commited to walk each day, to try and get my stamina up, ahead of the Kilimanjaro trek, which is edging closer and closer.

Last weekend I went out with Ayr & District Rambling Club on a 9.5 miles walk, on part of the Carrick Way. Today I wanted to take my husband on the same walk, but I should have paid more attention on my last jaunt. I recognised the first few of miles, but when it came to deciding whether to take a left or right turn, at one point, I was flummoxed. After going a couple of hundred yards in each direction, we decided to continue following the signposts back to Maybole, and complete a seven mile walk.

The sun was shining, making it a summer’s day here in Scotland. On returning to the car, it said 22.5 degrees Celsius on the dashboard. That truly is a summer’s day in Ayr.

The plus side of it is, we did get out to the monument on Kildoon Hill, and also found clumps of bluebells in the hedgerows, which I didn’t see last week.

The warmth brought the smell of the gorse out, gentle wafts of a mild coconut scent on the wind, greet the nostrils.

Tomorrow is another walk with Ayr & District. I hope to ask the leader, where I went wrong, so that I can do the full walk again on Sunday afternoon.

I hope that you are enjoying your Easter weekend, whatever your beliefs.



Late January Hill Walk

This morning I woke to the sound of howling winds. For several hours the winds tore around the house, but by mid-morning they had calmed enough to go for a walk. Burn Anne Walk is 15 miles from my house, so it means a jump in the car to get there. I parked in Barr Castle car park, in Glaston, which is a masonic lodge.

Cass Castle Galston

Barr Castle Galston

From the car park, it is a short walk on quiet roads, to get into the countryside. The walk starts by going through the woods of Burnhouse Brae and Cessnock Woods, before entering more open land. We had had quite a lot of rain overnight, well this is Scotland, and the path was imprinted with all the people who use this walk. There were footprints, paw marks, the occassional horseshoe imprint, and the tracks of a couple of mountain bikers. It is good to see the countryside being used and enjoyed by so many.



It was on the open land that the ground underfoot was frosty in places, and the patterns of frost on the fallen leaves was a reminder that this was the last weekend of January.

My training has begun in earnest. This week I hope to do another walk on Tuesday, with OiR, then a stretch class on Wednesday, and a Nordic walk on Friday.

Thank you for reading this far. This is a post in the series for “Training for Kilimanjaro” Namaste



Where did 2018 Go?

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I am finding it hard to believe that I have not written a single post for almost a year. I wish I could say that I have been busy training, but that would not be the truth, although I have climbed a few more hills in the past year, than I have ever done in my entire life.

Now that 2019 is here, and the real countdown begins, then I am upping the walking and fitness routine in a big way. The weather has been a bit of a hindrance, and the wind is whipping up out there as I type, and tomorrow’s walk to Conic Hill has been cancelled. Oh Well!

On the plus side, I have done my first Nordic walk since this time last year, today.  And I am very pleased to say that my fitness level has improved dramatically over this time last year, so I am on the right path. As tomorrow’s walk is not happening now, with Ayr District Rambling Club, then I will take myself out on Sunday and do a local walk.

In the coming weeks and months, I will be adding a weekend walk, either Saturday or Sunday, and then come April, start to walk on both days at the weekend, as well as my Tuesday hillwalk and Friday Nordic walk. Include into that, a stretch class, and lots of stretches at home, and I think I will be fit for the climb come September.

Thanks for reading, and if you have any tips on how I can get fit to climb Mount Kilimanjaro in seven and a half months, then I would love to hear from you.


Blessings, Joy