What a fantastic week! I had thought about staring this post from the beginning, taking you through every moment, each detail, leaving you hanging until the very end...did she make, didn't she make it, what happened. Then I thought...no way, I can't hold it in, I climbed Mt. Kilimanjaro and I want to scream it from the rooftops!
I flew into Tanzania last Saturday morning and by the evening had met the other 8 members of 'the group.' I just happened to be the only American surrounded by English, Irish and French, sounds scary? More like highly entertaining. Not only did I learn Swahili, but I learned English as well. Pericetimon, loo, bugger, I could go on for days, but that's for another day. Anyhow, Sunday morning it all started...camping, no showers, no running water...we did get a bowl of hot water for 'wash wash' almost every day. We were woken up each morning with hot tea or coffee in our tent, we had our very own green room (loo...toilet) in camp each evening and we had by far the best chef known to mankind. Honestly, the food was amazing and even though we were burning thousands of calories a day, I'm pretty sure nobody walked away any lighter than we started. The guides were incredibly knowledgeable, never wrong, very kind and oh so helpful. Oh, back to the food thing. The guides talked a lot about signs of AMS, acute mountain sickness...saying lack of appetite was one of the signs...not a problem with our group...who ranged in age from 25 to 50ish (I think)...Georgi and I were the only girls and I'm happy to report we held up our end up just fine.
Good night!