Okay, so a visual diary is not supposed to have any words, but this place really deserves some.
This hike was one of the most intense things I’ve ever done.
Hojae and I decided to summit Mt Fuji with very little preparation. After piecing together the transportation to get there, it was foggy, wet, and raining. We, of course, were completely unprepared.
We had little water, no wet weather gear, no oxygen, weak headlamps, no food, and no training.
It was hard.
What was supposed to be a 5 hour hike turned into an 8 hour hike – 3 hours of which were spent resting on the way up.
The elevation killed us. We’d have to stop every 10 minutes to rest, and every movement burned and exhausted us.
We were also unfortunate with the weather at the top. Although it was mostly clear on the way up, with only rough patches of fog and rain, at the top, was foggy.
However it did clear up for 45 minutes, and even though the experience in itself made the trek worthwhile, the clearing of the fog for this short amount of time made everything so much sweeter.
The summit is something else. Some parts of it look like Iceland, some parts Switzerland, some parts New Zealand. It’s another world, something that’s definitely to be experienced with your own eyes. Photos won’t do it justice, but I’ll try anyway.—