Sunday morning we went out to see the Menengai volcano, which is more than 1 million years old. First we thought we had arrived at the wrong site since the crater was so huge, it was difficult to see its borders, and it therefore looked like just another part of Rift Valley.
It is not recommended that you try to climb down to the bottom of the crater on your own without a guide, since it’s a very steep walk with no safety features.
I was wearing sandals, which weren’t really suited for mountain climbing (or descending in a crater), so we just took a walk along the edge. Though, 4 brave (or stupid/cheap) Spanish senoritas that were in our safari jeep the day before, insisted to make the climb on their own to the great worry of the guides and the other staff present at the site.
They told Kristin and I that they had to rescue a man as late as the night before, who was climbing alone and got stuck on a terrace with nowhere to go, and they really didn’t want to initiate another rescue action because of those girls.
Sometimes I really don’t understand how people prioritize. I mean, if you come all the way to Kenya and want to climb a volcano, it seems both stupid and irresponsible to risk your life just for saving that small amount of money a guide, who knows the area, costs.