Three other members of the team had walked out of camp an hour earlier. We assumed they were already pressing the envelope on the ridge above us. It was now our turn.
They were resilient
A nick visit
The most interesting man in the world
15K+
O little town . . .
Starry night
Come and see, the moon is dancing
Breakfast scramble
Valley of the giants
A team effort
The bus was nearly at capacity with 47 persons when we rolled into the airport. In a similar way, our hearts and minds were full. Old friendships had been enriched and new friendships had been forged over the course of the past two weeks. We hugged and shared goodbyes, knowing that as we returned home, we did so as changed people.
Shark fin and teeth
And we ate it too, twice
Acclimatizing
A stone-cold cauldron
On elevating
The CIA
On the shira
Hakuna matata
What we heard next was spectacular. The porters treated us to a welcome song in Swahili. It was a Kilimanjaro version of "Jambo Bwana," a local tune. To our delight, the phrase Hakuna Matata ("No worries!") was repeated throughout. It would not be the first time that I felt as if I was living out "The Lion King" in Tanzania. The only thing we lacked was a meerkat.
