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Zero Days Until

I can't sleep so I thought I'd work on one last post before we go. My alarm is set to go off in about two hours. I'm sure I'll go back to sleep for a bit. Also, I'm a champion at sleeping on planes so I know I'll get plenty of rest over the next 24 hours. Tuesday morning we start our actual climb up the mountain. We actually don't live that far away from Mt. Kilimanjaro, but Bujumbura isn't exactly a major airline hub so it will take all day to get there. We have two short flights. We'll spend more time in Nairobi for our layover than we will actually flying in the air.

I woke up just before 2:30 a.m. with a headache. OMG! Altitude sickness! Malaria! No, wait, I'm safe in my bed in my house and I drank a very tasty red wine this afternoon, followed by a glass of champagne before dinner. (Everyone wanted just one last drink before we left!) I probably just need a glass of water. So I'm up now, drinking some water and wishing the satellite worked so I could watch some CNN before I'm out of touch for two weeks.

As soon as we get to Nairobi I'm buying a Milka bar from the duty-free shop. I've been thinking about it for a couple weeks now. It's going to be such a nice change to be in touristy, more modern cities for a few nights. I actually hate Nairobi airport, but I'm willing to appreciate it for some of its first-world comforts, like Milka bars.

I think I'm on the verge of rambling, which is probably a sign that I should go back to bed.

See you all on the other side of the mountain!

Comments

Anonymous said…
you are such a wild woman with all of these travels! i hope you guys have fun and i look forward to seeing the pictures...
-yvonne

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