We all have a phobia, something that would make us crumble from our sane selves and make us expose those vulnerabilities when it happens, it may be fear of snakes, spiders, heights, water, people, closed spaces the list is endless. Mine has always been with heights, and I have been trying to conquer that for a while, it is so bad that being on the third floor of a building makes me walk close to the walls just in case the inevitable happens!!! Since the year was closing I told one of my close friends that I would do something crazy, but I just couldn’t have it planned since I could easily go against that plan, therefore it had to be impromptu…
So last weekend we went hiking in Naivasha’s hells gate, it was my first time to the place so I didn’t know what to expect, I thought maybe there was a gate that looked like hell! We started that eight kilometres to the gorge (I guess that’s where the gate is! I forgot to ask.) while playing football 2 kilometres on the way we stumbled upon this rock with ropes, the guy there told us we could climb if so we wanted. Jaymo the team’s parrot(always has a way of saying things that put you on the spot and trouble sometimes!!) suggests we climb it, but no one wants to go first, I tell the guy to strap me up while my head screams “Mackel you are craaaazy!!” after everything is harnessed well and a helmet fastened I start the climb. When the guy said he would help with the climb I thought he would be leading the way, but far from that he just pulls the rope and gives you directions on where to step!!! Mid way my shoe almost slips, I nearly broke water, I had to fasten my Bata bullets midway up the rock!! There I was a guy who can’t climb a tree even if the situation demanded, up climbing a rock… the adrenalin made me tremble more than when I hear of rohyphnol! Then the grip gets worse the higher you go you just follow instructions from the guide down and your instincts, I tell you I contemplated going back but then, that bad voice called an ego couldn’t allow it… I snailed my way up and finally managed to reach the top. The height was only 50 metres, I know that is not a feat to rock climbers, but to me it was like climbing Everest! Those who remember their Swahili probably have heard this saying ‘kupanda mchongoma, kushuka ndio ngoma’ loosely translated to climbing a thorny tree is not fussy the work is in climbing down. But that didn’t apply as I was told to stand against the rock straight and just throw my self back a little just like in the movies J. I came down after five of my own movie like stunts 😉 and unfastened myself, the adrenalin still pumping my vessels with vigour (not Viagra) and let Jaymo have his adrenalin moment too, which he did like a pro, I bet you were taking notes while I went up J J! Was it worth it? Yes. Would I do it again? I do not really know…
Next on the list is bungee jumping, hang gliding and parachuting just wait, I have to exorcise those phobias, with a little intentional craziness like last Saturdays am sure I will go a long waaay…