This update is long overdue, it goes without saying. We are now home safe and sound and settling back into some kind of routine. The last few weeks of our travels spent in Tanzania were possibly the most exciting, challenging and rewarding of the entire trip. Looking back now, from the comfort of familiar surroundings and after reunions with loved ones (and one disgruntled cat), we can barely believe we were there at all.
Our main reason for visiting Tanzania was to climb Kilimanjaro, the highest mountain in Africa at 5895 metres. We wanted to join a scheduled trip, preferably with some fellow hikers, run by a good company rather than pick up a guide and porters once we were there, so booked with
Into Africa for their trek on 6th January.
With three weeks to wait over the Christmas period, we flew from Johannesburg to Dar es Salaam and headed straight to Zanzibar, braving the chaos of the ferry terminal for the promise of tropical paradise. It turned out to be a kind of pre-climb health retreat. Most of the island is Muslim, and alcohol free. We lived on rice and seafood and fresh tropical fruits. We swam,
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