
It took us about 4.5 hours to reach the gate and my feet had had it. This was another type of hell that no one had really mentioned. I wasn't sure I had any toenails left from the descent. People were passing us all the time, eager to get to the bottom and have a beer.
We met a young man who had a teddy bear sticking out of his knapsack. Lisa asked him what that was about and he told us he had spent time in hospital as a child and someone had given him that bear to comfort him - now he takes the bear with him on all his trips. We also met a 64 year old man who had made the summit - he said that 3 of his group had turned back.
We passed through another camp on the Marangu Route. It felt weird to be covering several days' hiking (going up) in one (going down). The rain forest was nice but I think I was too tired to really appreciate it.

Then we were off for lunch at a restaurant in Moshi where Jonas presented us with our certificates. It was 4:30 pm by then and I was done. We still had another 2 hours to drive back to the hotel. I was anxious to check my email to see how Cindy's surgery had gone.
Lisa and Marilyn had champagne and graciously asked Camille, Joost and me to join them for a celebratory drink. A quick rather ineffectual shower, my first smoke in 6 days, an agonizingly slow internet sign-in and then I joined them. I had another burger too as I was starving!
Off to bed by 11 as I was leaving for safari the next morning.