feb 6 karanga camp 4000m

we are sleeping lower today for the first time. also seems like i have data on my phone so sitting in tent and trying to transmit the previous day posts. Till now we’ve had pretty quiet campsites, karanga is a tent city.

Today we had one of our longer days. Hiked for 6 hours in very diverse scenery. Started going down following a stream with unique dr suess like trees. Then we climbed baranco wall a steep 400m ish scramble. We had a packed lunch with zuccini soup on top and then walked 2 more hours through the mist going down then up to our camp.

feb 6 karanga camp 4000m

we are sleeping lower today for the first time. also seems like i have data on my phone so sitting in tent and trying to transmit the previous day posts. Till now we’ve had pretty quiet campsites, karanga is a tent city.

Today we had one of our longer days. Hiked for 6 hours in very diverse scenery. Started going down following a stream with unique dr suess like trees. Then we climbed baranco wall a steep 400m ish scramble. We had a packed lunch with zuccini soup on top and then walked 2 more hours through the mist going down then up to our camp.

feb 5 – lava tower 4600m

we arrived this afternoon at lava tower. on our way we crossed paths with the most popular route , the machame route and got a sense of how many people climb the mountain. there was a caravan or porters on the ridge. we feel lucky to go via a longer , more serene am scenic route. It also helps immensly with acclimitization and likelihood of a succesful ascent to the top.

Staff of African walking company have been great. We are 7 climbers supported by 33 staff: head guide, three asst guides, a cook and 28 porters, some of whom have specialized tasks. We have a private portable toilet – The toilet porter/tech is female- a rarety among mountain staff.

The food is exceptionally good considering where we are and some dishes we’d happly have at a restaurant. We have 3 warm meals daily. freshly made soups, fresh vegetable salads, fish, chicken, rice, fries etc. we get papaya, pineapple,watermelon or mango as well. We eat quite a lot. did i mention there is also afternoon tea with popcorn or roasted peanuts.

more about our routine in another post.

feb 2- shira 2 camp (3840m)

sun over kili. day 3 . so far so good. no altitude symptoms so far. we are going up very gradually and walking at ants pace set by the guides. at each camp we do an extra hike up for aclimitization. i.e. hike higher than we sleep.

(deleting image from this and aother posts as syncing from the mountain is failing. will post later)

Mzungu Price

I’m nursing two stop sign sized blisters on my heels so we headed to town yesterday to buy a pair of flip-flops. We found a very eager salesman in the souk who quickly launched into a spiel, his extra-large silver crucifix prominently displayed on his chest. He cheerily quoted me 12,000 Tzs for a pair of red (probably Chinese made) flip-flops. 12,000 shillings is roughly $8, an amount not far from a local monthly earning. We saw these same slippers on plenty of feet around town, so 12,000 could hardly have been the price. Not even in the U.S. I should have worked harder but in the end I paid 6,500 Tzs, or $4. We left with the slippers but I knew we’d paid the “mzungu price.” Not far from the market we ran into Julius, the cook who took care of us while we were volunteering. He was chatting with an acqaintance and getting his shoe fixed by a sidewalk cobbler. Telling him about our morning, I pointed to the new purchase on my feet and asked, How much should these cost? He replied, Oh, 2000, maybe 1800. Doh! We told him how much we’d paid, at which point he turned to retell our market adventure to the other two. When all three burst into fits of laughter shaking their heads, I knew he’d reached the punchline. Glad to have provided the day’s entertainment. Ah, well. What’s done is done, but we did pass the sandal vendor today while shopping for fabric. He smiled broadly and inquired how we were doing. I responded by asking if he was Catholic. Puzzled by the unexpected question to his question, he said that in fact he was. I pointed to my red flip-flops and suggested he go to confession this weekend.

The mzungus head for Kilimanjaro tomorrow. Up, up and away!

To Be, or Not to Be: Mzungu

Back at the kindergarten – All of us were sprawled about the floor for activity time. Some of us coloring, others writing letters and numbers. Hoards of four and five-year-olds thrust their notebooks under my nose shouting, “Mzungu! Mzungu! Me, me!”

Now what was the word for teacher? I couldn’t remember. M-something? Muhzilu, mwazimu? I couldn’t figure out what the children were saying. My Swahili vocabulary comprises maybe ten words.

And then I remembered. Mzungu. Of all the indignities. They were calling me “whitey.”

I suppose I’m not in bad company, though. We asked our two Meru guides and they assured us Oprah Winfrey is mzungu. So is Mike Tyson. There was some argument over Michael Jordan, one saying mzungu, the other saying black.

In Tanzania, Mzungu = not African, as in European, Asian, Indian or Arab. Mostly though, as our guides explained, mzungu is used for white folk, particularly Europeans and Americans. Even the black ones.

It’s all very complex. In South Africa, the Apartheid regime devised an extremely intricate system of racial categorization, which I won’t attempt here to unravel. However, in terms of mzungus and Africans, to qualify as Black in South Africa, one had to be purely indigenous African. And to count as White (mzungu), one had to be purely of European descent. None of this mixing and matching blood. There was also the category of Asian, but the largest category of all was Colored, an even more complicated section that had numerous subsets of categories. For Oprah, the Michaels and myself – we’d all have been classified as Colored, not Black and certainly never White.

Well. I suppose the simplicity of the American “one drop” rule had its advantages.

The word for teacher, by the way, is mwalimu.

Mission Meru: Accomplished

This is our idea of fun? Up at 1:30 in the morning to scrape, claw and gasp our way up 3000 feet in the dark on less than 4 hours sleep? Honestly.

But it was fun under the high full moon. The silver lit forest, the silhouette of Kilimanjaro across the western horizon, the narrow rock bridge with steep drops on either side. Even the scrambling up and down rock faces was all high adventure good fun.

It’s a very good thing we sufferred the ascent in the dark because had we seen the terrain laid before us, each step would become that much heavier with discouragement. The not-fun part began once we hit the sandy slopes that marked the last 1000 feet. From here the trail got steeper and the rockier sections more frequent. Steps and breath got shorter and shorter and the urge to stop stronger and stronger. Pole, pole, as they say in Swahili. Slowly, slowly. This is the iron-man of walking meditation.

At 14,980 feet, Mt. Meru is 570 feet higher than Mt. Rainier but much more accessible since it is not a technical climb. Still, altitude does funny things to the mind and body (none of them fun). Ofer felt heavy nausea and in my speech the words came thick on the tongue. Others in our group got racing hearts and headaches. But our feet and hands were warm and the weather more than cooperative so we had only to stop for those extra breaths. Step by oxygen-deprived step we picked off the inches to the top.

Stay tuned for photos of the extra fun descent with phenomenal views. In the meantime, plenty of images of Mt. Meru and its ash cone on the web.

Made it to the top

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Last night we went to bed around  7pm and got up at midnight to go up to the top of mt meru (4,566 m/ 14,980 ft). We started from saddle hut (3,570 m) and climbed during full moon for about six hours. The scenery during the night was magnificent and then when descending we had magnificent views of meru crater and ashcone (I encourage you to search for images online).

We both had some symptoms of altitude sickness, but we just went slowly and with the help and encouragememt of our guides made  it to the top.

On the day two we got to talk to some of the other hikers. Two japanese women from the japanese embassy in cairo, a group of medical workers from minnesota volunteering in arusha and an intern at the imternational court for the genocide in rwanda ( court is located in arusha)

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Mariakamba Hut 2515m/8250 feet

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Is this backpacking?  Arrived at first night campsite on four day climb up Mt Meru.  Spotless wood cabins with bunks for four, solar powered light, showers and toilets (also spotless), and our porter just handed us felt covered hot water bottles.  Now that’s a first.

Ok.  Aside from luxury camping at the Hilton Meru, we passed through canopies of moss draped Dr. Seuss trees and saw Colobus monkeys leaping around high up above as well as a girafe munching away.  Most extraordinary landscape today was Meru Crater  Looked like direct inspiration for James Cameron’s Avatar.

Pictured here is a giant ficus.  So big a car can pass underneath.  I believe its actually two ficus grown together to create an underpass.