Simien Mountains Day 3 (Stolen)

What a night. Around 1 AM, Honny woke up because he needed to use the bathroom. Our tent door was wide open. He shook me awake and asked why I hadn’t zipped it up properly. I was completely disoriented. I hadn’t even opened the tent door! Honny peeked outside and saw his mobile phone and a lens lying just outside the tent. Then we checked our bags, which were right next to us. Two smaller backpacks were missing! We immediately woke up our guide and the guard, who started searching the area. Thankfully, no other tents had been robbed. What a scare! Someone had been inside our tent while we were sleeping. It was still dark, so it was hard to see anything. The search could only really get going in the morning. But we couldn’t sleep anymore; our night was ruined. Finally, we had managed to sleep without freezing, and then this happened. We lost a lot of important things—mostly electronics: - DSLR camera - Lens - Memory cards - Batteries - Chargers for the cameras and mobile phone - Electric razor - Hair trimmer - Malarone malaria pills - Altitude sickness pills - Diarrhea pills - Prescription sunglasses - 2 smaller backpacks - Toiletry bag The guide called the police and the travel agency to report the theft. There was no signal at the camp, so they had to hike up the nearest mountain to find better reception. In the morning, a search team was sent out to check the huts where the people who oversee the camp live. Honny went along with them and got to see how people actually live. They had to search the entire hut. They lived in incredibly poor conditions. We were far away from everything. There was no way to cut the trip short and head to the police to file a report. We had a 7-hour trek ahead of us to the next camp where vehicles could reach us. It turned out to be 7 exhausting hours, especially for me. The first 3 hours went fine. It was tough since we were climbing a lot. We had to cross a mountain at 4300 meters. I started getting more and more of a headache. Every step hurt. I felt nauseous and ended up throwing up on the mountainside among goats, sheep, and donkeys. I never thought I’d make it down again. My face was completely covered in dust. I tried to wipe my tears away with a dusty hand. Honny kept encouraging me the whole way. If it hadn’t been for him, I’d probably still be up on that mountain. By late afternoon, we arrived at the camp called Chennek, which is at 3600 meters. It was supposed to help with altitude sickness to get lower. I didn’t feel any difference until I had slept for an hour. But thankfully, after that, I felt refreshed again. We can’t take showers. Neither of us has bathed in several days. We get a small basin of water to wash our faces, hands, and feet.