Last weekend I did something pretty fucking amazing. I climbed Mt. Fuji.
Sometimes, after doing something you don't usually do, you catch yourself afterwards thinking "That was a good experience". While I was climbing I realized that what I was doing was pretty spectacular, compared to my previous escapades. I would say this is one of the most interesting things I've done in my life, if not at the top of that list.
We woke up early on Saturday morning, or around 07:00. We had to take a taxi at 07:30 to the subway station and then ride the Subway for around 30 minutes to the place where the bus was waiting. We departed from Kyoto around 09:00 and arrived at our destination at around 16:00. The bus stopped a few times on the way so we could stretch and use the bathroom and such, so the bus ride wasn't so horrible. Our destination was 5th camp of Mt. Fuji, at an altitude of 2305 meters. That's how far the pavement reached. It was quite pleasant stepping out of the bus at that altitude. Temperature around 20 degrees and a cool wind, instead of the freakishly hot one we are used to nowadays at ground level. Fantastic view from that altitude and it only got better of course. Being level with, or looking down upon the clouds is a pretty cool thing. A supper had been laid out for us in one of the cabins at 5th station and after supper we started walking, sometime around 17:00. At first, the walk was very easy and the ascent gentle. It was too gentle for my taste, actually. You had to walk 100 meters to gain 20 meters in altitude, or something like that. I guess this is necessary though, in order to make the climb suitable for as many people as necessary. This country is crowded with old people and they want to climb mountains as well, I guess. Anyway, the walk was easy to begin with, or until the sun went down, around 19:30. I brought a flashlight and that sure came handy. Around us it was pitch black and at times climbing (not just walking) was needed. Our destination for that leg of the journey was 8th station, which was located around 3200 meters, if I remember correctly. We reached that one around 22:00. It was clearly evident that the oxygen levels in the air had dropped considerably at that height. You could feel that the air was much thinner and the feeling was far from being the same as the one at ground level. There were oxygen tanks being sold along the way up, at certain intervals. At 8th station, we had the chance to rest for 2 hours and then it was scheduled to continue climbing at 00:15. We were provided with places to lie down and take a nap, but I somehow wasn't in the mood and found myself something else to do. The wind had gotten stronger as we gradually progressed up the mountain and it had gotten considerably chillier as well. I am such a sheep that I was VERY underdressed for this trip. At 00:15 when we went back outside, it was like stepping into a nightmare, to be perfectly honest. Going out into this wind and cold and knowing that you would have to stay outside for several hours more and not sleeping for over a day wasn't a very thrilling thought. Some people from our group didn't make it further than the 8th station and one girl started throwing up shortly after the 8th station and then she passed out. So, this wasn't for everyone apparently. We were warned beforehand that mountain sickness could kick in, so they told us to be careful and take it easy if we got headaches and stomach problems.From the 8th station and up we experienced traffic jams. Yup. It is so popular to climb this mountain over weekends in the summer and watching the sunrise from the top, that we were actually stuck for a while in a queue. Insane. What made it bearable was that it was a clear sky and we could see the Milky Way.
We finally reached the top at around 03:30 and the horizon in the east was noticeably getting brighter and brighter. The sun didn't come up for another hour or so, so we waited, freezing our asses off. At the time, my mind wasn't functioning the same way it does at comfortable temperatures. I remember thinking that I would never, ever climb that mountain again. I also remember thinking that I knew that my mind was kinda fucked up and this was only a temporary mindset, so I knew that what I was thinking was all out of wack. Interesting thought... Now, looking back, I think I very well might do this again, if the opportunity would present itself.
After the sun had risen and done its thing, it was time to head back down again. Around 05:00 we started the descent and it took us about 4 hours to get back to 5th station.
This was a pretty amazing experience. On Sunday and Monday I had some seriously sore muscles in my ass... Good old glutus maximus. That's about the only place where I had sore muscles, so I'm quite happy about that. Seems that I'm in a better shape than I thought.
I have added a new album to my picasaweb gallery and there are captions to those pictures that better explain the trip.
Hope you enjoyed that little story of mine.
Later.