Before I start yammering on and on with details about my upcoming trip to Tanzania, I'd better start at the very beginning about where this cray-cray idea came about in the first place. Trouble is, I'm not sure exactly where it came from. All I know is, one day about 2 years ago, I decided I wanted to climb Mt. Kilimanjaro.
Somewhere in the recesses of my mind, I believe it had nothing to do with the physical challenge of the climb and everything to do with witnessing with my own eyes a very tangible sign of climate change: the shrinking snow cover on the summit.
My first tactic was that it could be a family trip. My brother and I could climb the mountain, my parents could go on safari, and we could all have a jolly time hanging out together in Africa. Since we had chosen a wildly different family vacation (a Caribbean cruise) to celebrate college/high school graduations (mine from college and my brother's from high school), somehow I thought that it would be a great idea to fly us all across the Atlantic and celebrate there this time around. So in 2009 I did a little research, I requested some brochures, but in the end no one really clamped onto the idea and I therefore dropped it.
I mentioned my aspirations to a few friends in 2010, but it seemed everyone was busy with trying to keep their jobs in the middle of the recession. No one wanted to go. Weird.
Fast forward to 10:54am, 14-Nov-2011. I get a message from my good college friend Chris:
so do you want to go climb Kilimanjaro?
And I replied yes, and we started researching, and we found a guide who was good and not crazy costly, and we found flights that were good and not crazy costly, and we booked both of them.
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