Прочитайте текст и выполните задания A trip of a lifetime When I set off to take part in that dangerous journey, I was 21, full of energy and hopes for the future. My best friend, Mary, had heard about a fundraising trip to climb Kilimanjaro, organised by the charity Lonely Planet, on the radio. As we were running on the treadmill in the gym, she said, "Hey Sandra, let's climb a mountain. It is a trip of a lifetime!" I hesitated for a moment but said, "You must be crazy," but the idea stuck in our minds from that moment. At that time I didn't have any permanent job, just part-time deliveries, so I decided that it would be a great idea to try something new and challenge myself in new circumstances. As I had had some previous experiences in running marathons, I knew it would be quite tough to be well prepared for this trip. We started training in the gym and took long walks in the hills.The day before the trip, I packed my things in the suitcase and dropped them into Mary's house to pick her up. There were 30 of us on the trip, and there were only two middle-aged women who were quite practical and became our leaders. The climb took four days going up, two days coming down. After just two days we were filthy. It was hot during the day and freezing at night, and we slept six to a hut. Every evening my feet were in agony but I kept up with the others until the very last climb, which you had to do at night because otherwise, the sun was too strong. We pitched camp very high—just two thousand feet from the summit. We set off in the dark wearing head torches. A full moon lit our path, but as we climbed I felt worse and worse. It was so cold that I couldn't feel my fingers, and I felt so dizzy I was staggering about like a drunk. After four hours I passed out. I had really bad altitude sickness and the leaders had to lead me back down gently. When I got back I collapsed on my sleeping bag and slept. I didn't remember exactly how many hours I slept. Mary, meanwhile, was making her way up to the top. When I woke I was crying because I hadn't made it but she did. I was eager to welcome her back. Eventually, I managed to climb back up the trail for an hour and stand on the side of the trail, crying and greeting her as she came back. Even though I hadn't reached the top, I didn't feel it had been a failure. I realised that I had done something just for me. Fantastically, we ended up raising $5,000 for Lonely Planet and the personal achievement put everything else into perspective. And I will use this perspective to challenge myself one more time. Next year Mary and I are planning to take a cycling tour along the Silk Route together. The idea of going on a mountain trip was impulsive. came to their minds in the gym. was planted in the girls' heads. was desperate. Before the trip Sandra had some hiking experience. knew what to expect from the trip. worked full time at delivering goods. knew it would be difficult. The people who went climbing Kilimanjaro were middle-aged. slept together in a tent. were suffering from extreme weather conditions. were facing the same problems. The group's last climb was at night because it was too hot during the day. they wanted to build a camp. they felt sick during daytime. the road was dirty. What happened to the author of the story? She fainted. She slept in her sleeping bag. She went back. She was drunk. What happened to the second girl, Mary? She failed to climb the mountain. She managed to reach the peak. She was crying. She has altitude sickness. The author of the story realised that this experience contributed to her self assurance. her failure was her personal achievement. this situation changed her outlook on life. next time she would try another route.
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A trip of a lifetime

When I set off to take part in that dangerous journey, I was 21, full of energy and hopes for the future. My best friend, Mary, had heard about a fundraising trip to climb Kilimanjaro, organised by the charity Lonely Planet, on the radio. As we were running on the treadmill in the gym, she said, "Hey Sandra, let's climb a mountain. It is a trip of a lifetime!" I hesitated for a moment but said, "You must be crazy," but the idea stuck in our minds from that moment.

At that time I didn't have any permanent job, just part-time deliveries, so I decided that it would be a great idea to try something new and challenge myself in new circumstances. As I had had some previous experiences in running marathons, I knew it would be quite tough to be well prepared for this trip. We started training in the gym and took long walks in the hills.The day before the trip, I packed my things in the suitcase and dropped them into Mary's house to pick her up.

There were 30 of us on the trip, and there were only two middle-aged women who were quite practical and became our leaders. The climb took four days going up, two days coming down. After just two days we were filthy. It was hot during the day and freezing at night, and we slept six to a hut. Every evening my feet were in agony but I kept up with the others until the very last climb, which you had to do at night because otherwise, the sun was too strong.

We pitched camp very high—just two thousand feet from the summit. We set off in the dark wearing head torches. A full moon lit our path, but as we climbed I felt worse and worse. It was so cold that I couldn't feel my fingers, and I felt so dizzy I was staggering about like a drunk. After four hours I passed out. I had really bad altitude sickness and the leaders had to lead me back down gently. When I got back I collapsed on my sleeping bag and slept. I didn't remember exactly how many hours I slept. Mary, meanwhile, was making her way up to the top. When I woke I was crying because I hadn't made it but she did. I was eager to welcome her back. Eventually, I managed to climb back up the trail for an hour and stand on the side of the trail, crying and greeting her as she came back. Even though I hadn't reached the top, I didn't feel it had been a failure. I realised that I had done something just for me. Fantastically, we ended up raising $5,000 for Lonely Planet and the personal achievement put everything else into perspective. And I will use this perspective to challenge myself one more time. Next year Mary and I are planning to take a cycling tour along the Silk Route together.

The idea of going on a mountain trip

  • was impulsive.
  • came to their minds in the gym.
  • was planted in the girls' heads.
  • was desperate.

Before the trip Sandra

  • had some hiking experience.
  • knew what to expect from the trip.
  • worked full time at delivering goods.
  • knew it would be difficult.

The people who went climbing Kilimanjaro

  • were middle-aged.
  • slept together in a tent.
  • were suffering from extreme weather conditions.
  • were facing the same problems.

The group's last climb was at night because

  • it was too hot during the day.
  • they wanted to build a camp.
  • they felt sick during daytime.
  • the road was dirty.

What happened to the author of the story?

  • She fainted.
  • She slept in her sleeping bag.
  • She went back.
  • She was drunk.

What happened to the second girl, Mary?

  • She failed to climb the mountain.
  • She managed to reach the peak.
  • She was crying.
  • She has altitude sickness.

The author of the story realised that

  • this experience contributed to her self assurance.
  • her failure was her personal achievement.
  • this situation changed her outlook on life.
  • next time she would try another route.

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