I’ve been freed from the mirror’s tyranny twice – once up Kilimanjaro and again courtesy of a jellyfish sting. On both occasions it was truly liberatingOn two memorable occasions I have spent a stretch of time without the means to see myself. I mean this literally – I had no access to a mirror. It hadnt been by choice in either instance,but it proved instructive on both.
The first was an eagerly awaited and intricately planned climbing trek on Mount Kilimanjaro. I’d been list-tickingly diligent (showing care in doing one's work) approximately the packing, but my focus had been directed towards special socks, and blister treatment,layers and the upright kind of sleeping bag. I’d somehow overlooked the small hand mirror in my sponge bag.
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Source: theguardian.com