Our African adventure started with a 6 day trek to the summit of Kilimanjaro. As we flew into Kilimanjaro we spotted the mountain at eye level with the plane and we realized we might have gotten ourselves into more than we had bargained for. Both Kili and Meru were making wakes through the clouds as their peaks were several thousand feet higher than the cloud level.
We arrived in Moshi, Tanzania where we made our way to a gorgeous hotel and fresh fruit juice. We spent the next day hanging around the pool and worrying about the trek we had ahead of us. Everyone we met kept telling us the secret to Kilimanjaro, “Pole Pole”, which in Swahili means “Slowly Slowly”. The slower you climb the better, it’s not a race to the top!
We were able to summit the mountain on October 13th, the day before Bryci’s birthday. I have to admit that summiting the mountain was one of the best experiences I have ever had, I was a little emotional as we were about 100 feet from the top and our guides stated singing to us as we approached the sign. I still can remember the feeling in my legs as we approached the peak, I wanted to run but I felt like I was wearing concrete boots and I just drank a fifth of moonshine. My legs were not moving any faster than they had been for the last 7 hours. It wasn’t until about 24 hours later that the sense of pride started to sink in that we actually climbed to the “Roof of Africa”.