What do hiking, the Sound of Music, sandbags, and cold have in common? Today in the Ngong Hills
Compared to Longonot, the hike today was awesome (at least for me). The temperature was cool, even cold at times, windy, and cloud covered. Our hike was not as long, nor as strenuous. There was however the 10 kg (22 lb for Americans XD) that weighed down my pack. Honestly, after today I hate sandbags… infinitely. Next weekend we’re doing the same hike, same weight, but since we’ve done it once already… it should be easier.
The Next Weekend
Well the hike this week was definitely easier, same place and same hike. I actually kept up really well compared to the last week when I seemed to be dying every now and again. The downside of this week’s hike was the sun. It was out and cursing our existence. Still, overall a great hike.
The Last Prep Hike
I don’t know how far we walked… all I know is it was nearly 6 hours of hiking. We started away from the main base of Ngong,back in the country somewhere. In the beginning it was all like, oh yay! it’s easy. We went through a lot of greenery, attempting to follow a mix of cattle trails and human trails, as well as making our own. When we got down to the river gorge I thought we were getting close… No. the hike following the river (dry) was the longest part of our hike. So sometime in this gorge I get a thorn in my shoe. I thought it was inside and so I ignored it for quite a while, it wasn’t consistently pricking my foot so I thought I could manage. Eventually though, I got tired of the pain and took my shoe off to get it out… it was much to my agony and horror to find, after putting my shoe on and walking a few steps that I did not complete my task. From then on it was a constant annoyance. As I climbed to where our bus was 2 Corinthians 12:7 kept popping into my head. “And lest I should be exalted above measure by the abundance of the revelations, a thorn in the flesh was given to me, a messenger of Satan to buffet me, lest I be exalted above measure.” I was honestly a little bit pissed at God because after all I did stop and try to get the thorn out so I could hike properly.
At the bus we ate, and I again took off my shoe to fix my problem. I think the worst part of the entire hike was what came next. Normally hiking up to the rocks is a good part of the hike, it’s when we are fresh and ready to go… Today our beginning became our end. We struggled and dragged ourselves up the hill (the thorn was still in my shoe) We all made it there and back down, utterly worn out.
It is then that I take a good look at the bottom of my shoe… THE THORN WAS THROUGH MY SOLE. Legit, this stupid thorn worked its way through the bottom of my boot and was pressing against my foot through the bottom of my shoe. The worst part is I have yet to successfully extract it, and I need these boots for next week…