Cassablanca Lodge Moshi
Mto Karanga Moshi, Tanzania
Travel Blogs Nearby
I came, I saw, I conquered....
... guides, willfred and hamise. We were all strolling along gettting to know each other in the rainforest, wondering what all the fuss was about! Porters passed all the time at speed with their backs and heads loaded with gear, those guys are unreal, makes what we did pale in comparison. Everyone tells you to go really slowly so we did all the time. The first camp was at 3100m and took about 6 hours to get to, we had a lovely dinner in a candle lit tent before a cold night ...
The Roof of Africa
... out somewhat, and the sun even broke through the clouds ... it was strange seeing a shadow after what felt like so long without one. The brief bursts of sunlight, coupled with the thin air resulted in a somewhat sunburnt neck and face (the last thing I expected after the three days prior).
We kept climbing through the alpine desert, all the way up to Barafu Hut, Uhuru peak's base camp. Everyone was in bed by around six, preparing for one hell of a fifth day.
...
The first days of Africa
... littering, and people are working on sewing machines and fixing shoes all along the streets. There are loads of trees in the streets as well, some with beautiful flowers and the whole place feels really lush. Everyone we met was so friendly, some were trying to sell us stuff but most were just happy to talk. We met one guy, Dancan, who we were intially trying to get away from but he followed us round for the day and in the end we kind ...
Whiskey in the mountain
... airport only to find our suitcases packed with our gear had not arrived; sigh, we had seen the baggage handling chaos at Nairobi. After stressful 24 hours including numerous phone calls our bags arrived, along with our excitement for we were set to trek Mt.Kili
Our climb was 6 days, around 90KMs(57Miles). We had chosen to trek the Whiskey trail, which is rustic, had to sleep in tents but a very scenic route.
Day 1 – Mechame gate to Mechame ...
One little thing
... to good use.
As the day went on I
heard about the history of some of the kids. For all the smiles, and
they were continuous, there were sad stories all around. Kids with
FAS, some abandoned after a split, and some living through abuse.
The smiles persist. The school is their haven, their release and
their chance to be kids. Throughout the day different kids would come
up to me with their workbooks and show me the different words they
had ...


