We had to cross 2 more hills and valleys. Tens of porters were climbing without stopping at all, because they had to arrive in camp and prepare dinner, before the tourists arrived.įar away, on could see Karanga Hut. We were now on top of the wall, where we could see people walking in rows like ants.Īfter a 10 minutes break, we began climbing downhill. Some how I will get over this, but I do not want to hear the word porridge ever again.įifth day in Africa( Barranco Hut) October the 13 th 2010Īfter 1 hour climb we stopped for a break. We get this every day, apparently because it is very nourishing. Of, I am so sick of this porridge and soup. We had a nice conversation with a Canadian lady from Quebec living in Etiopia and a couple of English people. They treat me very nice, I am the pet of the company. It is the first time they accompany somebody of my age. Of course I mentioned Romania a lot, and Elias also told Dad that it is a privilege for him to take a kid, my age, up to Kili. Everybody on our way asked me how old I was and where I was from. We had lunch, took a nap and then, even thought there was a light raindrop, walked to Shira cave. My favourite was the Protea kilimandscharica. The Kilimanjaro Impatiens is found nowhere else in the world except the jungle floor of Kilimanjaro. I admired a huge plant named Giant Lobelia, the Senecio Kilimanjari trees and also met some Everlasting Flowers, flowers looking like they were made out of plastic. There were at least 10 men there, of course not the ones from Neardenthal, but modern ones.Īfter the rain stopped, we set off again towards Shira Camp. Quickly we took our raincoats on and took shelter in a overcrowded cave. We walked for hours, long and demanding hours, when all of a sudden I felt a raindrop on my hand. Elias talked us into going directly to Shira Camp and skip lunch, because we looked in good shape. On the way I talked with a Pakistani girl living in UK that had walked the Annapurna Circuit and had visited Machu Pichu. ![]() Dad was fascinated but me I was kind of afraid. The landscaping looked differently, much different than the one we had seen before, reminding us of the Indian village we have visited in Canada, where they were putting their dead on the tree branches. So as soon as we finished our breakfast off we started walking uphill. ![]() The sun took his place above our heads and everybody was getting ready for the morning walk. Mike, one of the porters welcome us with a tray full with milk, tea, hot chocolate and coffee. We packed up, got dressed and got out of the tent. So for now I bid you good night because it is late and I am tired.įorth day in Africa (Shira Camp) October the 12 th 2010 I hope, as I am the only kid on the mountain, that the god won’t get too angry this time. I was amazed when I found out that he had climbed Kili at least 200 times, and that the locals think it is not a good thing because it can disturb the god. I asked him how many times he had climbed Kilimanjaro and he said that he stopped counting when he arrived at 200 times. He said that even nowadays, the Masaii perform human sacrifices in order to please the god. He said that the locals believe a god lives on top of the mountain and that if there is no rain or too many diseases that means the god is angry. In the evening I asked Elias to tell me a story about Kili. We had to struggle in order to convince the driver to let him out. Richard climbed in the bus with us and became all of a sudden a passenger as the doors were slammed shut and the bus set off. Anyway this was good because I do not think I could have traveled for a long time that way. ![]() I was a little bit disappointed as I though we would travel surrounded by hens and pigs, the way I have seen in the movies, but that of course, wasn’t true, it’s just what it is wanted for us to believe. At 5:30 in the morning, when we arrived to the bus station, it was hot already but fortunately the bus had air conditioning. Richard who led us to the couch for Moshi. We woke up at 5:00 in the morning and after a delicious breakfast we met Mr. ![]() I found it very interesting to fall asleep as soon as I hit the bed, which is very unusual for me. We were drained out but I can say it is much better in Africa than in the classroom, studying. We went back to the hotel after this and bought some souvenirs on our way. We also visited Coco Beach, named after the coconut trees on the beach, and drunk some coconut milk, which was, as a matter of fact, delicious. I enjoyed the idea of walking through the market, procuring our own fish and then taking it over to the kitchen area, where locals were cooking soup in huge containers that could easily swallow 2 or 3 grown ups. Well what an amazing experience! The market is very busy especially in the morning when the fisherman bring in their catch for sale. Then we walked to the Fish Market (Kivukoni Fish Market).
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