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Climbing Kilimanjaro

Days 17 to 22

all seasons in one day

[sorry i've run out of patience with this slow internet, photos will follow]

Killi climb day 1
13 February 2011

After a mad dash to get our washing dry, a 5 min breakfast and last minute bag stuffing- we waited for an hour and a half for the guide to turn up (we could have finished drying the laundry….TIA….).

We ended up talking to some Australian girls who made there way to the hotel by local busses called the dulla- dulla. There are frequently more people then seats and passengers hanging out of the door way. Personal space is at a premium along with fresh air if you’re not seated beside a window. Being squashed into our minibus started sounding better.

It was a crazy 2.5hour drive to the Rongai Route gate which was madness. There were people everywhere. We waited about 40 mins before setting off through a light pine forest and potato fields. It soon started raining so we geared up and then of course it stopped…

We arrived at the Simba camp site at 2,700m, to find controlled chaos. Apart from music festivals, I’ve never seen so many randomly placed tents. We got settled in just before the rain set in. Our new air mattresses did a great job of removing bumps, but we were still on an angle that was similar to sleeping on a slippery dip… oh well. Dinner was good and after warm ‘washy wash’ we went to bed.

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Killi climb day 2, 14 February 2011

It rained most of the night so we awoke to a lot of mess and mud. After a good breaky we packed up the bags that had exploded in the tent and headed off at about 8:00am. It was a 4 hour gradual up hill walk to the ‘2nd cave’ which is where we had a warm lunch.

We tried to explore the second cave except that the porters and cooks had taken over and were using it as shelter to prepare their clients food (and use as a bathroom).

After lunch we set off for another 3 hours and reached Kikawela camp around 4pm – along the way we reached over 3,800m.

It is progressively getting colder each day. They keep saying the weather on the mountain is unpredictable and won’t indicate what to expect next. We have enough gear to keep us warm - some of which ísn't the most appealing look -

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Here are a few cool Swahili words we’ve learned”
- Jumbo (hello)
- Mambo (hey, how you doin?)
- Poa, Kacheeze Kamandizzy (said in response to Mambo means – I’m ok, as cool as a banana)
- Lala salama (sweet dreams)

Kili climb day 3, 15 February 2011

We woke to icy rain falling on the tent (and a happily chirping bloody bird that C wanted to throw a rock at) – yep it was freezing. It was a 3.5hour trek up hill over rocky ridges through the icy, snowy rain. We were fully kitted with wet gear, gloves etc, but it was pretty cold – no idea what it is going to be like on summit morning!

We made it to the Mewenzi Turn camp site by about 1pm – there is a lake here which apparently freezes regularly. It is bloody cold! The cloud comes rolling up over the hills so one minute you can see out across the hills, the next you can’t see five metres in front of you. We are just at the base of Mt Mewenzi it is breathtakingly beautiful – all covered in snow it’s like having a Swiss Alp on your back door step.

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After a warm lunch we had a rest then went on an acclimatisation walk up to the top of a ridge – 4,550m. We were treated to a beautiful glimpse of Kili between the clouds and the back hills of Mewenzi.

We had the last of our warm washy wash for a while (yep, I really like washing myself in a 2cm deep bucket of tepid water in a dome tent when there is snow falling outside – what’s better is watching C do it after me (not pretty! )), dinner and then bed. It’s amazing how early you want to go to bed when it’s cold outside.

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Kili climb day 4, 16 February 2011'

There was a lot more snow on the tents this morning – C had to literally shake the tent to shift the ice and snow off. It looked like a winter wonderland (I think people who call it that do so from a warm room with a fire going. When camping, it is just another frigging cold day!).

We set off toward the Kibo camp across what is called the lunar desert – it is quite beautiful - almost similar to the gibber rock on the Birdsville track – but cold. We passed the resting place of an airplane that crashed two years ago, killing the pilot and four passengers. Apparently it was a plane from Kenya that didn’t have permission to go over Killi (there is a bit of a disagreement between Kenya and Tanzania about who owns Killi) and got caught in bad weather. There isn’t much left at the site, but it’s pretty devastating.

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We walked into Kibo camp, cold, wet, windblown and a bit puffed (from altitude). It is a bit of a zoo – the climbers who had gone toward the summit the night before hadn’t returned so there wasn’t much room for us to set up camp.

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All twelve of us huddled in the mess tent (with snow flooring) while the guides and porters did their magic and set up our tents. After lunch we were sent to bed for an interrupted sleep until an early dinner and a summit briefing.

17 February 2011 – Killi summit night (our five month wedding anniversary)

Henry the chief guide frequently reiterated the instructions, 4 layers up top and 3 layers below, the accent is impossible to copy but burned into our memory now. Each of us layered up with thermals, fleece jumpers, beanies, gloves and down jackets and still felt the chill. It was a full moon and the wind had dropped so apparently it was ‘great walking conditions’ hmmmmm not sure about that.

We set off at 12pm up a Montpelier st style hill (very steep) covered in snow that looked like it would never end. Our first stop was at Williams Point which took 1.5 hours.

For some reason along the way I decide to overtake some people that were buggering around - C was behind me every step but it wore us out – not a good idea.

We had been warned each briefing that between Hans Meyer Point and Jamaica rock the surface was very steep. After 2hrs of hiking from Williams point, we were becoming very concerned as it was already steep, we were taking far longer then expected and the snow was becoming very treacherous. The catch was we weren’t told when we passed Hans Myer cave.

We found this out when we reached Jamaica rock, but by this time both C and I were over it. My feet had long since frozen and I was convinced I’d have frostbite. I had quite a lot of trouble with my fingers freezing – I couldn’t get both inner and outer gloves on and my fingers were cramping. But we trudged on, in single file, only making conscious decisions to step where the person in front had last stepped.

We were told that it was another 45 mins to Gillman’s Point (the top of the hill) – which also meant that sunrise was around the corner – this lifted our spirits a little and we kept going.

At Gillmans we were given hot sweet tea that will never taste as good as it did at that moment. Our chief guide, Henry, said that we had just a few more corners to get to the summit….. it was another 2hr scramble around the rim of the crater – which was a 100m drop into snow…. I may be ok on rocks, but add snow and ice into the mix and I’m useless! Chris stood behind me catching me each time I slipped. Henry had devised a new path because the usual path had too much snow on it.

We finally saw the sun rise from Stella point which is where three other routes join into the summit. At that time I thought it was one of the best sites I’ve seen – that burning red ball rising, giving heat and light (yep very deep in know….)

When we finally got to the summit although there was a great sense of achievement (and exhaustion- C) – it was a bit bitter sweet- there were heaps of people cramming around the sign, waiting for their time in front to get a picture… I felt like yelling at them to stop and take stock for a minute – not just be interested in ‘getting the photo’…. C was in a bad way at the top so I forced him to eat a muslie bar and have more water – he perked up and shared a coke that he’d carried up with the other guides – they appreciated it.

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After our 15mins (literally) at the top we turned around and headed back down – along the treacherous snowy path around the crater rim. It was pretty scary as the snow was now melting into ice, so even less grip now. After a few stops past Gillmans, Jamaica we reached long lines of gravelly – ‘skree’ which is much easier to go down on if you, run… so C and I had a great time running face first down the mountain – and falling on our asses a lot…

Once back at Kibo we were given a bit of time to rest, then after lunch we were sent off down a different route, the Merangu route (also known as the Coco Cola route) to the Horombo camp. It was a bloody long walk – we were totally buggered by the time we got there. I fell apart a bit, everything hurt, it was cold, I was filthy – but C pushed me along.

After another warm washy wash - we had dinner and fell exhausted into bed in tent that although the most level so far, had some big rocks underneath. Going outside was hazardous as the tents ropes were tied together creating perfect trip wires for the unsuspecting visitor just trying to go the bathroom..

18 February 2011 – kili climb day 6

We woke early and after breakfast and another tipping ceremony we headed off. We were allowed to go at any pace we wanted to so C and I were soon left on our own to enjoy the scenery. About half way down we were hit with a massive downpour – some sort of last test of the mountain. We reached the lunch point and I was absolutely soaked - my wet pants seemed to have sprung a leak. After lunch one of the guides (who we called Mr President because his name was Barrakas) encouraged us to go as fast as we could – to beat a record for the last section.

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He has bloody long legs and after years as a porter and a guide is very shore footed and fast like a mountain ‘chicken’ as Henry the chief guide pronounces in English (when really he means mountain cheetah) we went as fast as we could and made it down in one hour and twenty minutes.

At the bottom gate we waited for everyone else to get back by foot or by rescue vehicle and got our certificates. There was a great deal of euphoria, but this was tempered when the guides also casually mentioned they had not seen a snow dump on the mountain the night of our climb for over fifteen years!

After a long trip via Moshi we made it to the hotel just before eight pm. We cleaned off, re-packed and had a late dinner with the group.

We found out that a 30year old English guy and a porter from different teams actually died the night that we summited. Some of our group think that they remember seeing him at Gillmans – being helped by two guides. Also mentioned was that only 55 out of 78 people attempting to summit on our route made it.

It really brought home how dangerous Killi is and that we were very lucky to have each other looking after one another, but also to have great guides that knew what they were doing. I think that a lot of people underestimated the size of the task – even us to some degree – which makes me agree that it isn’t just about getting to the top it’s about the journey…..C and I now have a saying…. Up Killi and back- if we can get through that then most other things pale in comparison… bit of deep an meaningful for you!

Next stop the magical land of Zanzibar!

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Mt Meru Climb

Days 13 to 16

all seasons in one day

Mt Meru Ascent Day 1, 9 February 2011

After a lot of faffing with kit bags etc we set off for the starting point of our Mt Meru climb, the Momella gate. Once there it took us a while to meet our ranger ‘Goodluck’ and then longer to set off. We walked through bracken like forest, mostly on a dirt road for about 2 hours. It was a pretty slow pace. They keep slowing us down as you aclimatise better if you go ‘pole pole’ (Swahili for slowly, slowly). It is actually harder to go slower!

It was a slow but beautiful walk. We stopped for lunch at a huge tree that you can literally drive a car through the base and later we had a break at a waterfall. Chris decided to climb the waterfall, obviously too much energy, he should save it for later!

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By 5pm we were pretty buggered and ready to stop – but it was another 45 mins to our overnight stop at the Mirikambu huts. It was a hive of activity when we arrived. There seemed to be more Europeans around – lots of German/Austrians (we quickly learned that Austrians have the same issue with being called German as Canadians to US / Kiwis to Aussie- oops!). This place is also a stop on the way down so there are some climbers who are a lot wearier than others.

After a nice ‘washy wash’ from small buckets of warm water and a hot dinner it was early to bed in the bunk houses. 4 people to a room makes things very cosy and a bit more intimate than we’re used to.

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It was an early start and after breakfast we headed off on a very slow pace up what felt like 1000s of adhoc wooden steps. It is embarrassing to see the porters rush past us, carrying 20kgs, but we’re held back by the guides to help acclimatise. (That is our defence and we will stick to until proven otherwise!)

It was a slow and steady climb for 4-5 hours until we reached the Saddle Hut (3,800m). It was great to be met with hot soup. The wind chill was a bit extreme so we quickly layered up.

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After lunch and a snooze we were taken on an acclimatisation walk up Little Meru which took about an hour to get up and 30mins to get down. It is a mix of small trails and climbing up rocks. The view was nice but big Meru loomed across at us.

We had an early dinner then tried to get some sleep which didn’t really happen. C and I thought we’d be warmer sleeping on the same bunk – not a good idea, (W moves around a lot in her sleeping bag –C)

Meru Summit, 11 February, 2011

We were awoken by Henry, our chief guide at 12pm and after tea and porridge we set off into the night. There was a lot of consternation about the amount of clothes that we’d been told to wear, but it soon became apparent why. After about 30 minutes of heating up and boiling under the down jackets, we hit a ridge which I’ll claim had a -10 degree wind chill factor. It was so cold for us poor Brisbanites – but at least the Canadians also said they were feeling the cold.

We trudged through the night up and down mammoth sand dune like things and also had to do some pretty hairy bouldering which was terrifying (maybe it was just me that was terrified – C seemed to enjoy it!). We all agreed later that it was good that we couldn’t see the height of each hill and also what was on each side as we found on the way back how treacherous the drop off into the abyss of the crater it was.

It was a very long cold walk until the sun came up. We had to go slowly as usual but we also took time waiting for people to catch up. Standing in the freezing cold wasn’t much fun. C and I also had problems with getting access to water and trying to sort out head torches, open close jackets with gloves on. We’ll have to think about what we can improve for the Killi summit night.

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It was a long way but we made it to Socialist Peak in 7 hours. After numerous photos and a sip of beer that C had carried up we headed back the way we came and saw the kind of silly things we’d done in the dark! We got back to the Saddle hut at about 1pm and tried to get some sleep. After some lunch we headed back down to the Mirikambu huts. After numerous bets – C determined that there were 2,484 ‘íntact’ steps.

We had a celebratory beer, dinner and early to bed.

Meru decent day 4, 12 February 2011,

We headed off for the main gate after the tipping ceremony. I find it quite embarrassing, how all of the porters and guides are made to line up in front of us and they sing us a song, then we give them envelopes with their tips. I understand that it is just the way it’s done, and that it’s ‘optional’ but I really think that expecting the clients to make up for measly pay is unreasonable. I also feel that if it were a bunch of westerners doing us the same service it would be rude to make such a spectacle out of it. But as we’re getting used to saying, TIA – this is Africa.

Anyway we made our way down to the main gate. I was pretty grumpy, tired, sun burnt and over it but eventually everyone got their certificates and we headed off to the hotel. It was a nice hotel, in the middle of nowhere again. C and I debated paying for laundry, but decided that we could do a good enough job in the bath tub and then found the group for a dodgy US$17 buffet dinner.

(Doing all the laundry ourselves was a bad idea – there was so much to do it took all afternoon, then it rained and all got wet. We spent most of the next morning with the hairdryer drying socks and drying it for the next three days in a tent.)

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Lemagrut climb and the bumpy road to Arusha

Days eleven and twelve - Arusha, Tanzania

sunny 28 °C

Day 11, 7 February 2011

Climbing Mt Lemagrut.

It was a later start today at 9:00. We headed up to the headquarters to pick up the rangers. They were short of rangers so when we got to the base of the mountain, a masai warrior was asked to join us (he had a spear, a small wooden staff and a big knife).

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The trek started on a beaten track and along the way we ran into one of the leaders who had been spiritually inducted which meant that he carried with him a staff that apparently when it is pointed towards someone in anger, they will die. Not a person you want to annoy.

After that we hit a gentle slope across a thick grassland. there is an expression used - ‘Poly-poly’ which means slowly, slowly which describes the nice slow steady walking a pace that should be used when going up altitude. we maintained a steady pace but had rest stops along the way

The masai warrior identified lion foot print so we stayed close for while.

When we broke cover we spread out, similarities to the movie ‘’sound of music’’ were made, luckily no singing was heard.

We soon found out that the Swahilli word for 'lets go' is 'twendy' - one that is easy to remember at least!

Then we hit a ridge and saw some baboons and a giselle. Some requests were made to the ranger for some lunch as he was carrying the Kalashnikov machine gun, but alas no bbq today.

We hit another tree line which meant bush bashing. There is fine line between fun and bloody hard work, this crossed it. What made it all the more hurtful was the fact that all the travellers were wearing the latest in hiking technology and the masai warrior was wearing bits of old tyre strapped to his feet (that he’d had for five years).

Finally at the top of the peak and we had some lunch, and may be a bit of nap for some.

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The scene was very nice (very ‘zen’ as Jack would say).

We set off down hill which took about half the time. Once again comments about the masia warrior wearing tyre rubber vs technology and rates of speed were mentioned.

The walk down was relatively uneventful. Along a track we met young masai sheep/cow herder who was only 5 going to retrieve his father’s herd. He scored big time by agreeing to have his photo taken and then all the spare biscuits given to him.

We also passed some elders taking some young leaders up to practice for an initiation ceremony for induction of ‘leadership’. Apparently they have to suffocate a goat and then drain the blood and drink it. Seems a bit rough.

We made it back to the cars which were at the village and school was just finishing. Many little people decided the tourists were unusual and needed to be inspected. The prefects kept them in line with very long thin sticks traveling at great speed towards legs that were not moving fast enough in the right directions.

Wendy took her life into her own hands and tried to give some biscuits out, in the process creating mayhem, more prefects had to attend to this gathering. Then multiple photos were taken and the images shown to children.

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We had a rough ride to lodge that was composed of tents strung up inside shelters. Wendy thought that the idea of hot/ cold showers and flushing toilets made great addition to the traditional camping setup. It was a beautiful setting, made better by all of our washing!

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We had a nice meal that started by having drinks around a camp fire and dinner was in a candle lit dinning room. The finale was retiring to the lounge hut and having last drinks, tea or coffee before going to bed.

We heard a few rumbles in the night – apparently there were a few elephants bundling around the tents.

Day 12, 8 February 2011

It was another late start and back on another rough road for an ‘african massage’, and then finally bitumen (with lots of speed bumps).

We stopped off a look out over a ravine and a huge salt lake. I think this was more for rest stop as many travellers were suffering various travel sickness and needed to re hydrate.

WE were told we were going to traditional village to see traditional arts and crafts but instead we were dropped off at tourist stall that sold artifacts and paintings, at least we could actually see the artists were out the back painting.

What followed can only be described as controlled capitalist chaos. As soon as we started walking down the street toward the town, we were surrounded by multiple young boys trying to sell us necklaces and trinkets. Despite all polite refusals the buggers would run to get ahead and try again, believing you may have forgotten them. The once divided the tour group travellers suddenly regrouped for safety.

These local vendors are persistent business men to say the least.

Back into the truck and after a quick stop for lunch at another tourist trap we headed to Arusha and the hotel. Washing and repacking the standing orders in preparation for the mt Meru climb tomorrow.

we may be out of contact for while.

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Ngorongoro & Serengeti - Awe inspiring beauty

Days nine & ten- Safari in Tanzania

sunny 31 °C

Day 9 – Saturday, 5 February 2011

The Ngorongoro crater.

We were picked up early in Arusha and drove about 3 hours to get to the top of the crater. We then drove around the top of it and had a picnic lunch with an awesome view. After lunch we made our way down into the crater which was a hair raising decent.

Trying to describe the crater is near impossible. It is awe inspiringly beautiful. All of the animals you have heard about or seen on tv are here in one condensed area almost like a zoo. Animals such as lions, siva cats and zebras walk directly in front of the 4WD.

We saw 1000s of zebra and wilderbeast, a few hyenas, jackals, elephants, a far off hippo and a few distant rhinos and many more birds and smaller animals. We left on such a high- it is a place that we hope to be able to return to one day.

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Unfortunately the only way out of the crater is up a very treacherous road and on the way home we were stopped by an accident where a landrover had lost power and brakes and went backwards until it hit the side of the mountain and tipped over. Everyone inside was shaken but fine. It was funny to watch when all of the local men and tourists tried to coordinate in three languages to tip the car back up right….. ( it doesn’t matter where they are they’re all the same!) after they move the car each of the others behind had to carefully drive around it to get past.

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We got to the hotel in one piece and cleaned up in time for dinner with the group at that restaurant and then early to bed (the power goes off at 9pm)

Day 10 Sunday, 6 February 2011

Ahhh, what a perfect day. We just got back from a long safari drive. It was incredible, it almost topped yesterday. We drove about two and a half hours to get to the Serengeti national park and then bumped along for another hour before getting off the ‘main’ road (which was about on par with the roads west of Quilpie) we saw more elephants and giraffe (kind of over them by now) and found a leopard and cub snoozing in the tree.

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The binoculars have really been good – we’ve even been sharing them with the rest of the group. After seeing the spots of another leopard in a far off tree we went past some hippos lounging in a pool and made our way to the lunch spot. After a quick walk around a touristy info centre we headed off again, seeing more elephants, giraffe, Giselle, hippos ummm and other birds. We eventually headed home but had a great time with a lioness and two cubs on the way back. The landscape is so vast – it is just kms and kms of grass – it is beyond belief. We’re now sitting on our little deck, watching the sun disappear over the mountains. It is picture perfect!

The only issue we have now is that we’ve seen so many giraffe, elephant and lions that we don’t even ask to stop any more (not such a bad problem to have I know)

C has taken to reading the ebook reader while driving..... how about that serenity....
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Tomorrow we get to blow off some cobwebs as we’re doing a bit of a trek up a mountain called Lemegrut.

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Exploring Nairobi & intro to Tanzania

Days Seven & Eight - Nairobi & Arusha

sunny 30 °C

Day 7 Thursday, 3 February 2011
We started early and were picked up by our cabbie friend at 8:30. He dropped us off at the national park and we were told at the gate that ‘no, you can’t walk around the national park, there are wild animals (der) so we waited for 20 mins and did a walk through an orphanage for wild animals. There was a selection of birds, lions, cheetahs, hyenas and monkeys. Somehow we even managed to get close and pat a cheetah, the one adopted by ‘’Usane Bolt’’ the sprinter. The place was quite empty – we were the only ones there.

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Then we went to the walking safari park and went on a reasonable walk around to see the animals that live in different types of habitats. There was an interesting sky walk, I think our decking skills are almost on par with theirs (if not better)? Again we were some of the only ones in the park.

The parks were good – but we feel as though each time we get the raw end of the stick because we have to pay more, and then we get asked if we want a guide that will expect a tip at the end. It’s only a few dollars, but we’re trying to be a bit frugal. We’ve been a bit spoiled with the types of animals we’ve seen so far though.

We found the cabbie and went to the national museum. The museum showed the various animals (stuffed ones) and native costumes from Kenya. It was interesting – but we were done in about an hour.

The snake pit that was next to the museum had a good display of the native snakes and fish. There were some tortoises and turtles and the crocodiles were playing it cool.

The main tree in the central courtyard was interesting viewing (a snake had caught a bird and was fending off the other snakes), but Wendy not so keen to stay.

Unfortunately we waited for 45mins in the sun for the taxi, a different story….

Then the culmination of the trip so far, Carnivore restaurant. We ate a selection of crocodile, camel, ostrich, chicken, turkey, pig, beef and lamb. The meat eaters paradise. Our bad run with taxis continued when we had to walk to the car park and wake up the sleeping taxi driver.

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Tomorrow we start the tour that will take us on safari and ascent on the mountains.

Day 8, Friday, 4 February 2011
Bus trip to Arusha, Tanzania.

We had an early morning wake up to allow us to pack again as we fell straight to sleep feeling full.

The bus trip was not to eventful, lots of looking at people and the contrasts between the rich and the poor. Wendy was desperate to finish her book (and risked car sickness to do it), ’the girl who kicked the hornets nest’’ and I gave the ebook a good run for its money.

The highway is under construction so you go between bits of great new road and then via off onto bumpy dirt road – we cant believe how much we take our infrastructure for granted.’ The trip of about 200kms took about 4 hours.

We arrived in Arusha and had a quick briefing from the tour company about the Tanzania on Foot Adventure.

We then had our own adventure of walking into down town Arusha. Wendy gets really peeved that she has to wear long pants and loose shirt in order to avoid being ogled at – suppose their just not used to such beauty!

We managed to meet a local who called himself ‘Brian’. He claimed he was a former porter on Kilimanjaro but now was an artist. We walked with him for awhile and then managed to escape and tried to explore Arusha. Unfortunately from the get go I was targeted by hustlers trying to get us to go on safari, Wendy managed to stay inconspicuous for while (and tried to teach me how to politely tell them to bugger off).

We went to get some money changed. They give better rates for higher denomination bills for some reason so we got 74,000 Tanzanian shillings for US$50.

As soon as we left the exchange, we were hit twice as hard by touts, we tried to find refuge in an art gallery/gift shop, but found pieces of art the we actually really liked – but we can’t justify, or carry.

We braved a convenience store and were told that it would cost 1500 Tanzanian shillings for a local bottle of beer and he added (after being told in Swahili by someone) that it would also cost 400 shilling as a deposit for the bottle. When we asked about the cost of a can which was 1/3 the size, it was also 1500!

We gave up negotiating and then went to the beer garden where all the locals were hanging out. The beers were 2000 each, but they were very friendly. We had some kind of bbq beef meal and then went back to hotel.

Brian seemed to be waiting for us when we left so we looked at the art work. He told us that he had been taught by his grandmother, we bought two pieces – haggled a little (but not enough). When we got home we noticed that there were two different signatures on the art work, glad they look nice. – suppose they’ll end up with the artwork from the Vietnam trip, in the cupboard…

We had an interesting night. There was a lot of noise from the bar downstairs so we couldn’t really sleep. And at about 10pm, Chris answered knocking at the door to meet a young girl trying to come into the room. It was only when he said that ‘his wife was inside sleeping’’ did she go away! We told the reception staff and they were a bit flummoxed….

Tomorrow off to Ngorongoro crater.

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