Hiking Mt. Kabuye (Chapter 2)

Yesterday I took ill (not actually ill, but it felt like the onset of malaria) when I was supposed to hike Mt. Kabuye today. Was there last year, and was looking forward to it again. Almost gave up, but then I thought to myself; excuses beget excuses. You are going to do this whether you feel like it or not.

Anywho, the first few kilometres were torture. I was delirious, had a fever, and my muscles felt like they were on fire. But no matter. It's just pain.

However, I won't easily dismiss the effects your state of mind have on the overall experience. I don't know if it was the weather, but everything seemed bleak. The colours weren't as radiant, the views weren't as panoramic. Everything was narrow as if in reflection of internal conflict.

I'm glad I went, though. Discipline demands to be honoured even when it's inconvenient.