I can honestly say that the Aussies made us do it; but then again, I did tote Diamox all the way from Hood River…just in case. Back country skiing aside, Glenn and I have never really climbed a mountain. Why we chose the world’s largest free standing mountain will remain a mystery. But we made it Without incident. Well, it most likely claimed Glenn’s big toenail and gave me a few blisters, but a few battle wounds are par for the course; the descent was way harder than the ascent and where the damage occurred. We chose the Machame route to the top because it is the most scenic, and scenic it was. The views were incredible. The glaciers that once looked so far away were so close. It felt like you were standing at the top of the world. We started the ascent at midnight on the fifth day so that we could reach the summit by sunrise. Despite leaving an hour after the earliest climbers GP and I powered up and were the first to the top; well, that was until Mark (our Aussie buddy) sprinted the last 50 feet to claim the victory for Australia. Had Glenn and I known he was going for the win, we would have both sprinted after him - sucking in a whopping 100-120 breaths a minute - to claim the rightful win for Team America. But we let him go by as we were engaged holding hands with our porter for the last 1/4 mile, a little too delirious to notice his Stephen Bradbury move. He actually confessed over dinner that they had been plotting the victory for months...and we though he was so sweet.
We loved it and didn't really feel the effects of the altitude until our descent. The top is 19,298 feet (higher than Mt. Everest base camp), so we were definitely sucking air. The headache set in on the descent. I don't know how much of it was the altitude and how much of it was the bottle of Solms-Delta Cape Jazz Syraz bubbly we chugged at 5:40am to celebrate our victory.
We took a day and a half to decent and are now in Moshi, Tanzania. Glenn and I are going to Ngorangoro Crater and another game park with the Australians before we part again for good :( We are heading south to Zanzibar and they are heading north on a pretty tight schedule. We better see you two back in The Hood soon!
We are having a blast and totally in the swing of vacation. Enjoy your winter and we'll be home in a few months.
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"So, why Africa?" is a question we hear often. Well, why not Africa?
Glenn and I met in 2000 and set out on our first adventure together in 2002, I guess you could say that we learned a lot and decided that together we have more fun than we do alone.
I am truly a wanderer by nature, but traveling for the sake of traveling isn't what propels us. I am sure Glenn has his own reasons for wanting to explore the world, but my reasons are simple: I LOVE new experiences. Yes, I can, and do, have them at home, but at home things are predictable. In any given situation, I usually know what to expect, I understand the social scripts of my homeland and have a certain sense of 'knowing' a particular experience or outcome; but when I travel, I am not the one knowing, everything is so new, so unknowable. The social scripts that a particular group of people abide by are learned over a lifetime, not in one visit. So there is a sense of mystery, vulnerability and curiosity that accompanies even the most simple tasks, when you are a visitor. I love this. Travel reminds me that I am one tiny little (albeit sparkly) thread in this big tapestry called life...Glenn agrees.