There’s snow on Kilimanjaro
I know because I see it outside from the street.
In Moshi Tanzania – writing from an Internet cafe I had to log in to Google a trek up the mountain.
Kili is an odd mountain. From the ground up it doesn’t look all that high, and the climb isn’t all that technical. However it does kill a fair share of tourists – non-mountaineer types who read the adventures of Reinhold Meissner and think that they too can “feel alive” the way he does. Instead they wind up dead on the mountain.
The air is thick with mosquitoes and the thin rank smell of burning garbage punctuated by soft spills of floral scents.
It’s Tanzania – and I’m back.
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