1st day of the hike started early with us trekking across town at 5am to the bus. We rode the bus for a few hours to get to the start of the hike. It was a hard yet beautiful day. We used beetle blood as war paint, stopped for a yummy lunch, walked through small villages and had a glimpse into the life these people live, we ended in a beautiful camp site with a delicious dinner. It was a little cold so at night I layered up and went to bed. In the middle of the night I woke up so hot cause we were in a small 2 man tent. I tried to get out but couldn't get out fast enough so I started having a panic attack. I have only had a panic one time in my life before and they are not fun. It is so high up there and the oxygen level is so low that I had to sit outside the tent for 2 hours just telling myself to breathe and you saying over and over again you are fine. I was finally able to get inside the tent but had to keep the flap open so I wouldn't feel suffocated. I wasn't sure if I would be able to continue on the next day but just kept saying...you are fine...you are fine. I survived but it gave me an appreciation for those who struggle with panic attacks. The rest of the trip I kept struggling with just the thought of having another one which would them make me start feeling like I was going to have one. Vicious cycle.
Treking across town to get on bus that will drive us to start of hike