Friday 4th February I didn't cry! The alarm clock went off at 7 am and I rushed onto the balcony and there it was in all its glory. How dare a mountain be so beautiful! I had been told that there was no snow on it, but there was. There were two big bare patches going up to the top, on the Gillman's peak side, but it certainly wasn't snow less. I felt so at home there on the balcony in the morning light. It was quite cool and I embarrassingly stood in my nighty just soaking it all in. Luckily there was no one about, just a brown dog trotting past. Kilimanjaro seemed further away than I remembered. The sky was the palest blue and that lovely, lovely dove was cooing, 'kr-krrrr-k, kr-krrrr-k', you know
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