There was that time on the 2nd night when I was shitting liquids for the 8th time straight on the portable camp toilet with rainwater leaking through and dripping on my forehead wondering "why the fuck did I pay $x,000 to get myself in this position"
I'm not even that much of an outdoorsy person. Only do day hikes on the N. Shore and hardly ever camp. I was probably one of the more unfit people in my group. We had marathon runners, Ironman runners, 20-something rugby players, etc. The thing is physical fitness was only 1/2 the equation and rest was a mind game. That and altitude sickness but I took diamox which minimized it for me.
I thought about quitting every. single. day. My team of guides and porters really did an amazing job getting you to the top. One chick on my team was completely unfit and unprepared but she managed to make it 4 days with their help before turning back. We were told to bring $200 USD cash to tip them at the end, which at first I sorta balked at having already paid a pretty penny for the trip. By the end of the climb I was regretting not bringing more cash...much more. They deserved my whole paycheck that week lol.
I'll post Safari pics tomorrow.