The following observations and reflections were made on the afternoon of July 22, 2019. On that day I reached Karanga Camp (elevation 12,992 feet) by foot. The camp rests directly under the peak of the Kilimanjaro.
The sign at the entrance read “Home of Tree Climbing Lions.”
I thought it best to keep one eye skyward at all times. Having 400 pounds of tooth and claw fall on your head would be terrible surprise. It also would make an end to a lovely safari that Vicki and I and Mr Nixon had planned in the East African country of Tanzania.
The grape farmer asked if we were pilgrims bound for Nájera. We affirmed the obvious.
"Do you know the story of the Camino?" His English was stained but it was clear enough.
Bob and I had notions, but we welcomed his company. We also welcomed the conversation that his question set in motion.
“No. Tell us.”