Kilimanjaro Snow Trek: A 15-Day Wilderness Journey for Ultimate Healing & Adventure

After longing for Africa for so long, I finally boarded a flight to this ancient land during this Spring Festival.

I spent a week sleeping in tents on Kilimanjaro, turning into a sunburnt “Bear Two” every day from wild adventures. After descending, my best friend said, “The light in your eyes is back!”
Turns out, the mystical energy of this equatorial snow mountain truly has the power to reset life ✨

🌿 Africa Taught Me to Breathe Again
I chose the 7-day Machame route, unlocking a different ecosystem each day—tropical rainforests, volcanic rock walls, desert dunes, and snow lines above the sea of clouds. Lying at the 3,800-meter-high campsite, I spun my head 360 degrees to gaze at the Milky Way near the equator, and every shot my teammates took looked like a masterpiece 📷🌌.

The care from the climbing team let me sleep soundly at camp every night, and the guide’s constant “Pole Pole” (slowly, slowly) gave my heartbeat a steady sense of security. The guide always said, “Enjoy trekking,” and with every breath, I felt the mountain’s magic.

✨ Summit Night: A Sacred Self-Rescue
During the midnight summit push, halfway up, my period arrived. Blood rushed from my head to my toes, chilling me instantly. Every ten steps, I wanted to rest. By 5,700 meters, each step made me want to stop, hug the guide, and burst into tears. But the guide kept saying, “You can do it!

” Holding my hand, step by step, we made it to the summit. That snowy path was agonizingly long. But who could understand? The moment I made it, I wanted to sob. The joy was silent—I threw all my worries and pain into the -20°C blizzard. Turns out, I’d been waiting for this moment to embrace my soul all along 🤩.

We’re always searching for cures in concrete jungles,
forgetting that the earth and sky are the best therapists.
When I felt my heartbeat in the snowstorm,
it roared louder than any pain.
“Life is a wilderness, not a race.”