There were several warning signs that I ignored :
- the snickers of disbelief in the office and from my friends (note to self there are no longer categorised as friends) - and this was even before the trip! They know the extent of my athleticism.
- the old man in the village who expressed some concern about AC. (a friend of mine) and I. His exact words were ' oh, well the young people will make it, but as for you two...'
- the state of the people coming down the mountain - we kept wondering why did everyone look so dirty and simply exhausted.
Half an hour into the climb I was really beginning to think that Ghanaians have a problem with telling distance and time. It was not 'just a bit further' and it certainly was not ' just up the hill'. Finally my friend AC and I sat down and told the others in our group to proceed without us. Enough was enough! These two ladies were going no further. Reputations be dammed! Two hours later (forget the 45 mins! it's a lie) the last person in our group made it to the top! From the stories we heard this was not without struggling, crawling and virtually giving up.
Anyway, to cut a long story short (as we would say in Jamaica), AC and I finally made it down after we managed to commander a guide who was on his way back to the village, ordered him to bring up two icy cold Star beers (that was for the reviving part) after which we slowly descended then went back to wait for the rest of the group.
So alas, alas, what can I say? I did get half way - yes glass half full and all of that - I am convinced I will attempt this again in another 6 months - in the mean time back to the gym, and attempting to climb smaller hills first.