And in the end...

Firstly I'd like to apologize for all the typo's in my last post. I was typing on my little iPod. So this one, since I'm not on a computer, should be much better.

After the G adventures safari, everyone went their own way. We had a group of 3 that were heading to Moshi to start their climb up Kilimanjaro, we had a bunch that were leaving in the afternoon and we had some that were staying a few extra days. With those staying an extra four days, I got to enjoy a little walking safari in Arusha National Park. This was really cool because we got right up close with the animals. We saw this big family of giraffes eating in the bushes, and we got as close as we could with them. This park is also at the bottom of Mount Meru, which is the little sister of Mount Kilimanjaro. So the scenery was to die for! We saw these warthogs, or some like to call them Pumba's. We also saw buffalo's, which are also massive and quite frightening up close. Once we were done, we headed back to the hotel in Arusha, the safari capital of Tanzania, and got a good nights rest. The next day was the day I was leaving for Moshi, the base town of Kilimanjaro. However before setting off, I decided to do a little walking tour of Arusha with a friend I met Francis. He brought me to all the main sights. They have these big markets on Monday's and Thursday's, where everyone sets out their crops and they're clothing items. It stretches along this one street and is just packed with people!

He took me around the little alley ways where there are also people selling things. We walked around a lot more, where Francis brought me to the freedom monument, that comemorates when Tanzania became independent. We then arrived to this really amazing point in the world; the middle of Africa. Literally, the mid-point between Cape Town, South Africa and Cairo, Egypt. Here is a picture of Francis at the midpoint.

He then brought me back to my hotel, where I grabbed my belongings and set off to the bus. Even though the bus was and hour and half late, I was so excited to get started in Moshi. I also met this really nice girl that was going to her home in Moshi for the weekend, and she was going to help me find my hotel when we got there. Honestly these people are so nice! She was hungry for the delay, and she brought back enough food for the both of us while we waited for our departure.

Once in Moshi, I settled into the Kindoroko Hotel, where I ended up finding Sue, one of the CCS volunteers that I worked with in Bagamoyo, we had supper together and I went to bed for an early night. Thank god I did because the next day was definitely in need of a good night sleep. I was picked up my a guy named Brighton. Now he is a Kilimanjaro guide who has climbed the entire thing 24 times! We headed over the Kili and started our hike.

Brighton and I talked the entire 3 hours up to the first campsite on the mountain. He was so interested in what I was learning in school, and I was interested in his life in Tanzania. He both learned a lot from eachother. He also loved to take lots of pictures. So he ended up taking  my camera for the day and snapping pictures of me. Here is Brighton on the climb on mount Kilimanjaro when I finally got my camera back.

We made it to the first campsite on the Marangu route of Kilimanjaro that was called the Mandara huts. It was all set up with little huts with bunk beds. This is where the climbers stay on their first night when climbing all of Kili. However, Brighton and I ended up going a little higher to the Maundi Crater, which used to be a little Volcano that completely erupted, emptying it's lava chamber allowing the volcano to collapse on itself. Now it was this semi-circular depression filled with long grasses. I just had to lay in it looked so comfy.

We walked around the entire crater and then settled in for a little bit of lunch. Unfortunately we had to make our way back down. By then I was so exhausted. So after enjoying another nice supper with Sue and my Kilimanjaro Beer, I cuddled into bed for another early night. Sue was leaving for Washington DC the next morning, so we had some breakfast together the next morning and we said our goodbyes. On that last day of my trip, I was picked up by my friend Abbas. He had organised this fun day for me. We first stopped at Mama Stella's place, who was an amazing women who was going to cook this Authentic, Chagga lunch for us. The Chagga people IN Tanzania are people who live right around Mount Kilimanjaro. They have unlimited amounts of water from the mountain, and therefore have amazing crops. Each family has their own farm and cattle, where they have everything they need for food. They also sell their crops all over Tanzania, which helps them live better life then a lot of the people in Tanzania. Also, men and women are equal in this community. They both work in the farms together and they both work to provide for their families, which is much different then the lifestyle I saw in Bagamoyo. Anyways, she packed us up a few fried banana's and then we set off on our excursion. We were also joined by a friend of Abbas's, who was taking a girl named Annette. So we all started and were brought into the valleys of the Chagga land, where there were these gorgeous waterfalls. I honestly just felt like jumping into the water.

Abbas told us about how the Chagga people live and introduced us to people along the road. We went to see another waterfall before heading back to Mama Stella's house for lunch. So ended up making this INCREDIBLE meal, filled with this delicious chicken, with rice, beans and casava leaves, with her hand picked banana's for desert. Since she is also Chagga, everything came from her farm in this meal. She was so nice to invite us into her house and do all this for us.

After we were all full, we set off to a little house in the Chagga land. The whole family of the house came and greeted us, however we weren't staying for long. The father of the house wanted to bring us somewhere. So we walked back into the valley's of Mount Kilimanjaro, where we arrived to another waterfall. When I noticed he had swimming shorts on, I knew we were going swimming. Since I didn't bring a bathing suit, I settled for my underwear and tank top. I just couldn't miss out on this. He ended up bring us to the top of he waterfall, where we would slide on the rocks into the waterfall. It was so cool!!!

Once we did our jump, we dried off and headed back to the little house. The father then brought us to his little farm, where we were going to pick coffee beans off the trees and make our own coffee. We went through the whole process of pealing them, drying them, taking off heir shells, roasting them, crushing them again until we ended up with a beautiful cup of coffee. We sat in the little gondola the father made for himself and the family and enjoyed our warm cup of coffee while admiring the Kilimanjaro land.

Our time was cup short when the sun began to go down, where Abbas drove me back to my hotel. After all the walking, it was nice to lay down on relax a little. The next morning I woke up, packed up my bags and got picked up by my friend Imma, who was bringing me to the Kilimanjaro International Airport, where I would begin my journey back home.

While I waited for my departure, I was able to reflect a little on the month I spent in Tanzania. I got to meet to many amazing people and so many great things, and I am so thankful for that experience. I got to see the hardships of an African Country, and try to make a difference in the community. However I also saw the beauty of the people, who would go out of their way to make me feel comfortable in their home. I am so thankful I met people like Zik, and Mama Lillian, who took amazing care of me at the CCS house. I'm also so happy I met the CCS volunteers. I hope to continue to help UKUN and the Tanga family, so Amina can continue her treatment while looking past the lost she felt from Mwanvita's passing. I also hope to help Captin get to a facility where people will look after him and appreciate him for the man he is. Emmanuel and all the travellers I met on my Safari will forever be missed, and Brighton and Abbas will always have a close place in my heart. I am so grateful I was able to come to this beautiful country and see a different aspect of life. It also taught me that life is pretty short, and even without having money, time, or maybe the life experience to travel on your own, it doesn't mean you shouldn't go somewhere amazing and experience something unforgettable. Like my good friend Brighton told me, "If you can't be the ocean, be a lake. If you cant be the sun, be a star. And if you can't be Mount Kilimanjaro, then be Mount Meru. But whatever you do, be something."

And in the end... there's no doubt in my mind, that with all the great people I met and the things I saw, I feel like Mount Kilimanjaro.