What I then saw was almost cliched like in the movies Yoga poses during menstruation when the main character, during a long and perilous journey, awakens to find the clouds Yoga poses during menstruation parting like stage curtains, revealing the new horizon. Yes, it was dramatic. But quietly so, subtly, I was truly awed. Somewhere, off in the distance, I could hear Hemingway: Then they began to climb and they were going to the East it seemed, and then it darkened and they were in a storm, the rain 50 thick it seemed like flying through a waterfall, and then they were out and Compie turned his head and grinned and pointed and there, ahead, all he could see, as wide as all the world, great, high, and unbelievably white in the sun, was the square top of Kilimanjaro.
And then he knew that there was where he was going. The next day, when we reached close to 15,000 feet, I experienced my only side effect from the altitude, which was a funny butterfly sensation in my belly. Fortunately, that passed after a day or so. It got colder and colder as we climbed, but my feet were the onlv thing on my body that felt it.