Franco-British Cameroon, Buea GERMAN (continued, p.2) When a week ago I first saw the mountain, I realized that I could not leave the country without attempting to climb it. The presence of the guide was a must, and the monopoly on issuing permits for lifting and distribution of guides in the hands of a complacent fat man. The starting price was just unheard of, and, like everything else, have undergone major changes during the bidding. Looking into his journal, I noted to myself that the last four months of the rainy season on the mountain trying to climb a total of 6 people. Why not a marathon "race of hope? The picture was taken close to the second hut. Despite the fact that many with whom I spoke in Limbe and Buea, telling me that to climb the mountain would be virtually impossible, I'm secretly hoping that I will get a strong young guide, who could carry me on hands down if something happens something unexpected. Instead, I got the old man. At first I was disappointed, but then when he started to brag about the fact that climbed the mountain hundreds of times, took part in a marathon "Mountain Cameroon: Race of Hope" and the fact that the U.S. authorities revoked his visa because they were afraid that he can win in the New York marathon, I became more confident in his abilities. On the recommendation of smug manager tourist office, I bought a huge lot of food for the ascent, and then returned to the guest house where I have failed properly to sleep, dreaming about all the small stuff. My constantly lagging a conductor on the background of the lava was four o'clock in the morning. When poor light silver moon and a faulty flashlight our guide, we started to climb. Sisyphean stone comestibles pulled my shoulders, while I tried to follow our guide, which has already been three times to stray from the route, although we have not even left the village. Half an hour later we passed the most slippery part of the recovery. Along the narrow paths winding on the primeval jungle, we reached the first hut. I felt that I guide my brakes, and his continuous boasting top of the jar, so I decided to go ahead. The third hut next part of the hike was not as simple as its beginning. Forest suddenly ended, and began a steep ascent through the wet meadow to the second hut. Now, my guide was far behind me, and I had about 15 minutes to wait until he is tired after a hard climb, I will catch up. In fact, to boil water for tea, he needed an hour. Then the ascent continued. Thickets of dense grass gradually began to thin, and by the time I reached the third hut, around was only a volcanic rock, lichens, and strange flowers. Had again to kill time - waiting for a guide, eat supplies from a backpack to ease the weight. Tea on the third hut to the summit was only 35 minutes' walk, and I was a little disappointed that he was able to conquer the mountain as fast at noon. I expect that recovery will be much more difficult, but nothing was dragging on the mountain heavy backpack with food. I felt a bit cheated by those who told me that the climb is so complicated that not even worth trying, and then they tried to persuade to bring as much food. A few minutes later came a guide to congratulate me with my disappointment. I made a few unsuccessful shots and went down. That's when I realized that climbing the mountain - it's not so bad. About an hour of continuous descent, I felt the growing pain in his knees. And when we got to Buea, my legs were more like the pasta with the patella. Start material: Read more:
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