A ray of sunlight shone on the horizon as I sat resting on the rocky earth of Kilimanjaro, the tallest mountain and volcano in Africa. It was the sixth hour of the sixth and last day of our journey up the famed mount, and I was desperate. Our climb towards Uhuru Peak, its summit, began at midnight, which meant we had to hike in complete darkness for some time, making it difficult to see our progress, much less gauge how far (or close) we were to our destination.
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