Paul was stocky fellow, the veteran of many climb seasons. His feet were glued to a muddy floor. I knew immediately that I needed to befriend this man.
I dangled out the bus window and sniffed the air. It was damp, earthy, and green. Inside the bus were nine other Kilimanjaro trekkers (also somewhat damp, earthy, and green!), four guides, a handful of porters, and many rucksacks.
