Okay so about 13 hrs of flight across the Atlantic, we arrived in Nairobi Kenya. Took another quick flight right away to land at Kilimanjaro International Airport. Both flight were thankfully very smooth, but I must say , it is a long time to be flying over the Atlantic if you ask me. I tried to mostly sleep, fell asleep while praying my rosary, then watched random flight movies, cuddled my daughters who sat on both of my sides, anything to distract me from the fact that all my life’s most precious cargo – my family, were all aboard this flight flying over a huge ocean.
My DH sat with our twin boys directly infront of our seats. I am sure his mind was checking off many mental lists and maybe even wondering “ what the F**k are we even doing embarking on such an adventure with our young children?”…..But his smile was always reassuring as if to say “ God’s got us”. Indeed the truth is that God has always had us. We flew next to the commanding mountain Kilimanjaro and we awed at its majesty from the sight we glimmered from our plane’s windows.
I was so relived to get off the long flights and to touch foot again on Mother Africa’s soil – Alleulia!!! Once we cleared customs, a friendly face was outside to greet us. His name was Hilary, a short strong build man with a kind smile, a representative from our outfitters- Gladys Adventure Tours. Our driver drive us about 35 mins to our hotel and we were met by more warm faces greeting our family with handshakes and introductions, even cold glasses of mango juices for each of us.
We were showed to our room and multiple hands helped bring what now looked to me like way too many bags to our rooms. Watching them hurling all our luggage in a linear procession reminded me of a scene from Coming to America, except we were definitely no royalty. I just kept wondering if we had over packed -yikes
My concern of overpacking quicker disappeared when the two tour guides who will lead us up “Kili” tomorrow insisted on inspecting each and every piece of required item for the climb. Turns out I didn’t pack a snow pant / rain pants after all in all that luggage – crap! .
Next on the agenda , we drove with them to the “Office” where we rented needed items such as hiking poles etc and ohbyes snow pants for me , were instructed on our route for tomorrow and given lessons on safety and how to pack our “day pack” and picked a name for our group, Alan came up with “ Gold Mane” , it was mostly unopposed in vote so yup that’s our group name -Gold Mane ( as in Lion gold mane get it ?). Finally we even got to meet the founder of the Gladys Adventure Tours, a round faced beautiful woman who appeared energetic. We settled our bill with her and then heard back to hotel for a nice family dinner.
It’s been a long day of travel, the kids have been patient and positive throughout. They mostly laugh and play with each other, finding ways to entertain themselves while DH and I talk business with our tour guides, our 8 yr old insisting on rescuing an ant who was struggling for survival on its back , by stooping down to blow air on the ant I order to blow it back to upright stance for example. A sort aof ant CPR I suppose- ah Childhood energy and wonderment .
DH and I are exhausted after we get kids showers and tucked in, we had to repack all our luggage all over again, distributing it equally for our porters to handle for the journey.
I am writing because I want to remember as many details about this journey, and as many intimate moments as possible. I also am writing because I now know that some of you are reading and following our journey. Thank you for taking time to read my blog and for your comments and follows. As one of my dear friends reminded me of today ….. I can’t wait to bring God’s majestic creation Kilimanjaro to you through our eyes!