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.