DAY 3 - SHIRA 1 TO SHIRA 2 (SHIRA HUT)

Woke up to an absolutely gorgeous morning at Shira 1 Camp this morning – crisp air, blue skies and towering Kili on the horizon.  After the up and down grind of yesterday, it was so nice to hit the pillow at about 8 pm and, besides getting up to pee 4 times last night, sleep soundly through the night.  Steve’s extra pair of earplugs were a real answer to prayer, too.  It got cold last night, but Steve’s method of sleeping with the mummy bag as an open quilt proved real useful.

Samba, Pig Pen and Papa Leading The Way

Today we changed from our originally planned route to go to Moir Hut and switched to Shira 2 Camp (12,630 feet).  No one could really explain why we changed, but at the end of the day we figured out it means for shorter hike time tomorrow, so we were all plenty happy about it.  After yesterday’s hike, I also made the decision to join Shannon as a member of “Team Diamox” with the hope of lessening some of the effects of the high altitude.  It was amazing to see the almost immediate impact it had on my peeing patterns, but I didn’t have as much headache today.

Kili (Big), Cacti (Medium), Climber (Small)

Today we continued our trek across the Shira Plateau – more rocks, but less ridges and less dust.  There was still enough dust for Steve to earn the nickname “Pig Pen” as we all learned that following him in our trail line was the dustiest position of all.  The weather was beautiful today – still hiking in shorts and just added an extra top layer today.  But the equatorial sun was hot and intense today – even with lots of SPF 50 on, most of us got burned today.  The tops of Steve’s hands got extremely toasted. 

Today was Shannon’s turn to bring up the rear as the effects of high altitude caused him some sickness and headache and overall fatigue.  As we made our way across the plateau, we encountered a new biosphere that included lots of tall cacti-lik trees and low vegetation.  Today’s “trail talk” included lots of discussion about business, investment strategies, worship and faith – just having time to talk about things like this makes the Climb that much more of a rewarding life experience.

Shira 2 Camp Below From Acclimatization Hike

The idea that I was going to be able to blog and post during the Climb has proven to be false – although we seem to get 4-bar reception in some places, there isn’t any ability to connect for internet service.  After a lunch of spaghetti bolognaise and mountain mystery meat, we rolled in to Shira 2 Camp (Shira Hut) at about 2 pm.  We were all feeling good enough we went out for an hour-long acclimatization hike to live out the mantra: “climb high, sleep low.”

We continue to enjoy the “green tent” comforts of Douglas’s great soups, Gaston’s great service and introduction of Nuclear Jam (of the bright red variety).  Tonight we had hot dogs for the first time and was good to see Shannon regained his appetite and was dividing the last dog into sixths to parcel it out to those with more appetite.

Climb Kili Team

Moon Setting on Shira 2 Camp

DAY 2 - MTI MBUKWA TO SHIRA 1

Dust, dust and more dust…this is what we experienced as we made our way from Big Tree Camp to Shira 1 Camp (11,500 feet) on our first full day of hiking.  We are climbing during the high dry season in Tanzania, so one of the resulting conditions is the trails are very dry and with literally hundreds of people tromping on them, there is a steady trail of dust streaming along the Lemosho route.

The Shira Moorland

Our route today took us out of the rain forest and into the giant heather moorland zone that is a remarkably different biosphere.  The trail has steepened significantly and the day is basically going up and down hills of 300 to 500 feet while crossing small creeks at the bottom.  We were blessed with another day of beautiful blue skies and the panoramic views from the ridge tops were truly breathtaking (as was the climbing to get to them!).

Headache and exhaustion were my constant hiking companions today.  Hill up, hill down, hill up, hill down…this repeated course was really tough today.  I brought up the rear of the pack today and I was thankful for Alex being back there with our guide Mexon as they were a source of encouragement to me as I struggled with the effects of the high altitude for the first time today.  Today Alex was the second member of our Climb team to get his moniker…Papa.  At sixty years old, he is full of wisdom and life experience that we all enjoy hearing about as he has lived and traveled all over the world and been a CEO and leader of various companies.  One of the things I enjoyed most of the day was being an eavesdropper in the discussion he and Mexon had throughout the day on the plants, geology, mineralogy and other aspects of the land we plodded through today.

Up and Down the Shira Ridge(s)

Did I mention up and down hills today???  One thing we learned today as we climbed up and over the Shira Ridge is that it is not “a ridge” – it is “series of ridges” that must be crossed to finally get to the top of “the Ridge” and then to finally arrive at Shira 1 Camp below.  Today we experienced a great sense of team building and camaraderie as we hiked for about 6 hours together.  Today, John also received his Climb nickname…One Liner.  Throughout the day, John was constantly singing songs…or should I say at least the first line of a song.  It was up to all of us to add the second and third lines of the songs that One Liner started and proved to be a great way for us to pass time on the trail together.

Our First Glimpse of Kili

Today we had our first sighting of Mt. Kilimanjaro as we arose over Shira Ridge…and one word came to mind to all of us: Intimidating.  While we were still several miles from the mountain, the sheer magnitude of this mountain was truly intimidating to think that in just five days we would be on top of its snow-capped top.  Kili arises as a giant mass out of the plain of Africa and we could just begin to see that this wasn’t going to be a simple stroll up the mountain.  At 12,000 feet, some of us were already experiencing the effects of high altitude (headache, loss of appetite)…and we still had 7,000 more feet to climb.

Sipping Tea and Feeling Small

As we sat at camp and enjoyed a well-earned rest in our camp chairs, puff coats and toques, another word came to my mind: Majesty.  As we sat there with our green tea cups with this colossal mountain in the distance, I gained just a small sense of what it’s going to be like when I meet God and encounter His Majesty.  In the presence of this mountain, I was feeling very, very small in the presence of something that was very, very big.  Awe and reverence filled my heart…and provided just a small glimpse and preview of what it’s going to be like when I meet my Creator face-to-face for the first time.

It was pretty cool today as we rolled into camp that all the porters were there to greet us with the “Hakuna Matata Kilimanjaro” song.  We especially enjoyed their dancing and seeing the smiling face and unique dance of our waiter, Gaston.

DAY 1 - LONDOROS GATE TO MTI MKUBWA

What a great start of the Climb we had today…and a great finish with a “candlelight dinner” in our dining tent.  Popcorn, zucchini soup, tilapia, potatoes and vegetable stew at 9,020 feet at Mti Mkubwa (Big Tree) Camp…we all think it would be more appropriately called Big Dust Camp because it is thick.

The day started with a 6:30 wakeup call and a nice breakfast at the SG Resort Hotel followed by a climb brief and then packed into our Land Cruiser at 8:30.  I couldn’t find my headlamp in my bag, so I ended up renting one for $25 – now that’s a Tanzania highway robbery!  But when we got to camp tonight, I ended up finding it in the bottom of my bag.

The Hoosier Climb To End Poverty Team

After taking off at 8:30, we drove about 60 minutes until we stopped at the “last supermarket until Kili” supermarket to load up on bottled water and wet wipes.  Then it was on for another 90 minutes until we arrived at the Londoros Gate (7,380 feet) for check in – us and about 120 other climbers and their porter teams. 

One thing I have learned in my five years of travel to Africa is that “efficiency” and “Africa” are two words that are rarely used together in a sentence.  This was ever so apparent at the porter weigh-in as each porter team weighed in.  Assisted by a power tyrant in a green uniform and a big stick, porters pulled ugali out, put toilet paper in and adjusted their bags to meet the 50 pound weight limit.  We were there for about two hours and you could sense the mounting frustrations of all of us as we stood around and watched this crazy process.

Weigh In At Londoros Gate

When we finally pulled out at 2:30, we were all glad to be in the Land Cruiser and on the move again.  The remaining drive took just one hour as we meandered along a dusty, dusty road.  At times the road was just a narrow slot between a left and right bank several feet tall.  At times we were precariously tilted as the Land Cruiser negotiated deep ruts and loose soil.

We finally reached the “end of the road” and were glad to get out and get hiking at last.  With our daypacks loaded, trekking poles set and feet restless with anticipation, it was so nice to finally take our first step on our journey to climb Mt. Kilimanjaro.  Our first day’s hike was just over 2 hours and we gained about 1,000 feet during this short climb.  Most of this time we spent in a rain forest canopy with blue skies peeking through leaves of the old growth forest that surrounded us. 

First Leg of the Lemosho Route

We saw a few monkeys during this leg, but probably what was most memorable about this leg was the nicknaming of our first team member – “Pee Pee” Shannon Jones.  True to the warning labels on the Diamox he had started taking the night before, our climbing buddy was constantly stopping along the trail to relieve himself…and at each stop “Pee Pee” would usually give us a play-by-play of how things went.  Poor Annemieks eyes were opened of what it was going to be like to be on this great adventure with four American men.

Arriving at "Big Tree" Camp

As a first day, I don’t think we could have asked for it to go any better.  Everyone was feeling good, our camp set up and evening was beautiful, and we really enjoyed getting to know Alex and “Mieks” better.  We presented them with their own “Climb Kili toques” and Mieks was especially gracious in accepting us and Shannon with all of his bodily noises.  Sleeping would prove to be a challenge with fifty to sixty tents set up in very close quarters – a symphony of snoring was on tap as many weary climbers bedded down for the first night.

IND to JRO -- TRAVEL DAZE (SEPT 12 AND 13)

Well, we made it from Indianapolis (IND) to Detroit to Amsterdam to Kilimanjaro (JRO) and were just a little worse for wear...20 hours on airplanes takes its toll on 51-year old legs.

JRO is an interesting little airport.  747s and Airbus's flying in from all over the world to a little asphalt strip in the middle of the African plain.  About the only people on the planes are climbers and safari people -- the safari people seemed a lot more relaxed than all of us "climbers" -- if that's what you can call us since most of us have never climbed a mountain in our life.  Nothing fancy -- they roll up stairs to every jet and you unload yourself on to the tarmac and escort yourself in to "International Arrivals".

On our flight from Amsterdam to JRO I met our Dutch climbing pair, a father and daughter duo, that Climb Kili had put on our climb team.  We had traded emails with Alex and Annemieks deBonth prior to the trip and they seemed like a good match for us...little did I know we would become soul mates with them over the next 8 days.

Baggage claim and immigration were about what I expected at 8:30 at night in the middle of nowhere in Africa -- 6 officers to process a planeload of 400 travelers.  At $100 a  pop for a Tanzanian visa, it only confirmed for me the importance of tourism to the nation and people of Tanzania.

Outside of Arrivals it was a sea of clipboards and smiling faces -- each expedition group looking for their weary travelers to whisk them away to their hotels in Moshi or Arusha where most would be staying.  We were glad to find our Climb Kili driver Samson and, about an hour later, we were on our way to Arusha with our duffel bags strapped on the roof and our portable baptistry safely aboard!

Lobby of the SG Resort

The road to Arusha from JRP was pleasantly paved past...something we wouldn't see again for 8 days.  It was reassuring as we drove up to the SG Resort Hotel (Trip Advisor #19 of 34 Arusha Hotels, Average Rating 3.5) to know that we would be sleeping behind tall walls, barb wire and with security guards.

What was even more pleasant than the paved roads were the warm showers and cold Tuskers that greeted us that night at the hotel.  Just like the paved roads, we wouldn't see these two comforts again until we arrived back again at the hotel 8 days later.

With a little assistance from a single Ambien and a couple of Tuskers, it didn't take long for me to fall asleep after two days of travel.  Steve, my roommate (tent mate) for the Climb was introduced to my exceptional ability to saw logs while I sleep...something he would grow very accustomed to over the next week.