I've Arrived at the Base of Kilimanjaro

At the Base~~Marangu Route
Thursday January 29th. Bryson, my guide, two porters Andrew, and Kennedy, and my cook Uto, picked me up at the hotel at 9am, for the first day of paper work and hiking the mountain. The ride to the base of Marangu Route was such an eye opener. After all my first sights of Africa were in the dark. Okay, so I had my eyes closed most of the time due to the fact Bryson's driving scared me to death. Finally, I had ridden with someone who's driving scared me more than TJ's does.

This morning I was getting a look at Africa first hand, there is so much poverty compared to American standards. The houses are small shacks, shacks that would make the Goshen Trailer Court, look like the Ritz. There are cows, goats, and donkeys wondering in and out of the strip shops, children running around with no shoes in filth and manure, and women cooking corn on little barbeque's in the middle of it all.

There are fifty-eight million people living in Tanzania, over seventy-five percent of who walk everywhere they go. Needless to say these people are thin and are in great cardio-vascular shape, but I had to wonder about other deficiencies. When Bryson ask about my hometown, I told him the population of Goshen is about eight hundred TOPS. He just laughed and said that in not a town, it's a village.

After a thirty minute drive we were at the base of the Kilimanjaro, Marangu Route. I was surprised at the check in process, the park officials run a tight ship or mountain if you will. I had to fill out several lines of personal information. Bryson had prior obtained the permit to hike and cleared it all through the guard with a large gun. These guards have no sense of humor and take their job very serious. When I asked if he could turn around, so I could get a better photo he yelled at me, I took that as a definite NO!

Not only do the guides and hikers have to check in, the porters and cooks do also. They were all lined up checking in and weighing all the bags. Many of these men, mostly in their twenties and thirty's climb the mountain up to 150-200 times a year. What a hard way to make a living of approximately $200.00-$250.00 a month depending on tips.

Soon we were off up the Mountain, it was hard for me to believe me Lauri Wall, from a small village in Utah, and someone who has never really hiked was trudging up Mt. Kilimanjaro. It was exciting just being on the Mt. after all it is the highest free standing mountain in the world. Not far up the trail a young boy from a near by village came out of the trees holding a stick with a lizard on it. He said something in Swahili, when I ask Bryson what he said? He replied he wants you to take a picture of his lizard for money. Call me a sucker, Yes I did and gave him a dollar. This little boy ran off in to the jungle with a smile on his face, Bryson just shook his head at me but, smiled too. Bryson explained to me everyone no matter the age, has a job to simply survive.

The first days hike was easy about four hours of a steep incline, with the trail being worn and easy to walk on. On the first day we hiked up through the Rain Forest, so it was very beautiful and the temperature was cool. The monkeys jumped from tree to tree high above our heads, as if they were playing games with me. Coming into the Mandara Hut camp site was a welcome site, after all I had, had very little sleep in over a week.
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Well, she made it to her first stop on Kilimanjaro; and, sent us a picture. She looks like she's doing good!
1/29/09
From Mom: Hey, I made it to my first stop!!! This is my first stop for the night. Love ya all.
1/29/09
From Karen Boothe: Jambo! One question you didn't ask-what side of the road does Africa drive on? Ha Ha! Remember, the word of the day is Pole, Pole.
From Sana: Wow you are in AFRICA :) Take it all in with pictures in your heart.
From Jacquie: Glad you made it. Hope you have a good time. Love ya. Jacquie