Monday, February 13, 2012

Kilibound For Real

Arusha, Tanzania
Let the adventure begin! We hauled ourselves out of bed (or off the floor) in Nairobi this morning and find ourselves in Arusha, Tanzania tonight with a long walk up a large hill looming. 
We endured a dusty day of driving while folded into the "luxury liner" shuttle from Nairobi to Arusha. I managed to score the wheel well for the first three hours, which I happily traded for a flip-down jump seat with leg room at the Tanzanian border. It was a hot and dusty haul through desert-like conditions. The landscape was dotted with goats, cows and their colorful Masai herders.

We pulled in to the Outpost Lodge in Arusha just after 3:30 and were absolutely starving from our day on the road with no food stops. We quickly placed an order at the restaurant and then waited an African jiffy (70 minutes) for the food to arrive. We followed dinner with a brisk walk into town to stretch our legs before returning to the Outpost for our pre-climb briefing which was to start "promptly" at 6:00 p.m. At the appointed hour we were back at the lodge, dangling our feet in the pool, waiting to meet our guide. In another jiffy, he arrived promptly 45 minutes late (I'm sensing a pattern here),

"John" will be our head guide for this little climbing adventure. He talked us through the basics of the itinerary for our seven day adventure and went over multiple precautions for altitude sickness. Basically it came down to, "Drink lots, walk slowly, eat and rest." Sounds simple enough. He neglected to mention all of the vomiting and headaches that lie ahead, but I appreciate his positive outlook.

After John departed with a promise to pick us up "promptly" at 7:30 tomorrow morning, we set about packing and repacking our bags again with the added items of sleeping bags and climbing poles. I think all that remains to be done is to climb.

Testing the equipment


Africa, thus far, has failed me on the iPhone cracking front. Barring a small miracle tomorrow morning, it looks like we will be out of contact for seven days. There will be many adventures to write about from the beaches of Zanzibar when we return. Until then, think warm and positive thoughts for all of us. We'll be thinking of you!

If you would like to follow our climb (a small red dot that follows our group up the mountain), check out the link below. If the dot stops early, Kelly ate a peanut. If it stops later on, it means things are not pretty. If it keeps on moving (pole pole - go slow) all is well!

If the families/friends of those climbing want to follow the progress of the group on the TK Google Map, please see the link:

http://www.teamkilimanjaro.com/track-a-kilimanjaro-climber.html

If they scroll down the page and find the map, and then look for the respective climb reference on the left hand side of the screen under ‘Track a Kilimanjaro climb’, they will find the climbing group listed as CHWI. If they click on the name CHWI, they will be taken to the latest recorded location on the mountain for the group. If those checking the map use the slider bar on the left edge of the actual map, they can zoom in to the exact location of the last reported position.

Where the guide provides any comment on the progress of the group, I will detail this in the commentary box and also on the blogspot : http://www.teamkilimanjaro.com/live-climber-reports.html.

Warthogs and Ox Balls

 

Well, the Istanbul Airport treated us well, but more than 11 hours of waiting for our flight to Nairobi was plenty.  We tasted Turkish Delight at the Duty Free Shop a few different times and sampled the free Baileys in a variety of flavors. The hundreds of deep blue Turkish evil-eye charms on display at the souvenir shop were undoubtedly giving us the hairy eyeball. We were treated to the sight of hundreds of men clad only in loosely wrapped terry-cloth robes and rubber sandals strolling about the airport (headed en masse to Jeddah, Saudi Arabia).  I managed to eat some kind of minced meat and three large chunks of pistachio baklava to fulfill the Turkish food requirement this time through. 



The Smurfs make it to Nairobi
After a two hour delay, our Nairobi flight went off without a hitch, and TaxiJim Cab met us at the airport at 3:30 a.m. with a cheery "Jambo" and an empty car.  A hassle-free start to Kenya.  Despite the fact that we had left the Holy Land Miracle Tour behind in Istanbul, we still felt that we were in good hands with TaxiJim.  Each time his cell phone rang, his Biblical verse ringtone echoed throughout the car.  Jim (whose name was actually something like Chaz) delivered us safely to my friend Lisa's house in Nairobi, where we promptly began snoring on her floor.

After an easy day of strolling through a Nairobi "forest" on Saturday (with only one small encounter with safari ants), we were ready for some hard-core Africa today.  Fred picked us up in the pampered Land Rover safari vehicle at 6:30 a.m. sharp for our game drive through the Nairobi National Park.  It really was quite amazing to drive through the game park with the Nairobi skyline as a backdrop - to watch a lioness suck the meat from a bloody warthog with skyscrapers in the distance.  We were appropriately mesmerized and entertained by the wildlife and sunburned by the equatorial sun.  It feels fantastic to be back in Africa.




Wild game on the loose in Nairobi

The tour of East African beer begins with
Kenyan Tusker.

      


     


 

The Hippo Walk: Our guide packs the big gun (at front).
No hippos were spotted, but we were well protected from
the love bird nervously perched in a tree along the way.

We followed up the safari with Ox Balls.  Yes indeed. In celebration of Chris' 40th birthday, we enjoyed a meal at the Carnivore - a Nairobi restaurant famous for its meat, including Ox balls, crocodile, ostrich, and the usuals as well as its featured drink, "Dawa," a concoction of vodka, lime, honey and sugar.  Stuffed to the gills, we are ready for our bus ride to Tanzania tomorrow with the start of our trek up Kilimanjaro looming on Tuesday.

What better way to celebrate #40 than with
fresh Ox Balls?
The medicine man mixes up our magical "dawa."

Chris looks a little wary about this option.

Still not ready to surrender

Friday, February 10, 2012

We're Off!

BTV and Smurf looks like he's already suffering from altitude.
We have arrived in Istanbul, Turkey after an uneventful flight from JFK. Turkish Airlines proved to be a treat with plenty of entertainment options, tasty food and hundreds of "friends" partaking in the "Miracle Tour to the Holy Land," according to their ID badges. The guy seated next to me read his golden Bible for the entire nine hour flight. I never doubted that we would arrive safely at our destination surrounded by this bubble of brotherly love.

Taste of Turkey?
We immediately immersed ourselves in Turkish culture at Starbucks and settled down for snoozes in an empty gate area. Now that I am reinvigorated and ready for red-eye number two, I have just a few thoughts to share on the Kili plan...
Apparently I was supposed to bring water treatment pills. Oops. I did bring Cipro to treat the ill effects of untreated water, so I'll go with that.

I wore 17 layers of clothes in anticipation of Kili being a frozen tundra. I have not stopped sweating since we left Burlington (thanks largely to the broken escalator at JFK which forced me to walk up an incredibly steep collection of stairs with a backpack on my back). I know that sounds lame given what lies ahead. Chris assures me the "personal porter" is still an option (after accidentally leading us on a tour of the Federal Circle Sky Train Station which was just halfway into NYC, rather than heading directly to Terminal #1). I think that means you can hire a porter to carry even your day pack for you. I'm wondering if they'll just carry me instead.

Smurfette demonstrates her ability to sleep anywhere.
There is more snow in Istanbul than there is in Vermont. Seems wrong...just wrong.

Wednesday, February 8, 2012

Born to Climb Glaciers


I'm sexy and I know it...girl, look at that body...I work out (circa. 1985)!
Eight hours to take off, and we can only pray that the Smurf will spare us his abs this time around (as well as the tube socks and red shorty shorts). I will do my best to tame the tresses, but I am quite sure the frozen facial grimace will look much the same if (I mean when) we hit that magical summit next week. Stay tuned...