Monthly Archives: January 2013
Welcome to the rejuvenation of the is that a leopard blog! Initially I think there won’t be too many leopard queries, but over time they may find their way back into their namesake blog.
So I now find myself sitting in my really rather fancy hotel room, looking down at the marabou storks and across to Mt Meru. Apparently this is really happening.
A group of us all got in together last night, we found each other in Nairobi airport, looking so obviously like people about to climb a mountain that we may as well have had signs painted across our chests.
In a classic display of how small this world is, one of the women I met is a TV presenter doing a story on the climb and fundraising. Turns out she went to the same school, two years behind me and had the same home room teacher… crazy….
We all crashed pretty hard after >24 hours of travel, but all the flights were fine and it’s easy to forget in the fatigue of travel that we are very privileged to find ourselves cramped up in economy class seats hurtling across the oceans to foreign lands.
I’m loving being back in Africa. I seem to have an alter ego as soon as set foot on African soil. Maybe that’s why I love it over here so much, because I like the person I become a whole lot more. For instance I get in, I’m tired, I’m smelly and I’m starving. The priority is a shower so I go to turn it on, it doesn’t work. Australian Pennie probably would have cracked it, but African Pennie just takes it in her stride, has a sponge bath out of the sink, eats a few dusty nuts rolling around in my handbag, climbs under the mosquito net and falls fast asleep with a content smile on her face. Possibly because I know just how uncomfortable the next two weeks are likely to be!
Everyone I’ve met seem lovely, it’s great to be amongst a group of adventurous spirits, who seem to be easy going, motivated and interesting people. There is a briefing this afternoon so I’ll be interested to see what interesting information gets divulged there. Apparently the weather isn’t looking too crash hot, but I’m sure we’ll make some sort of a plan.
I’ve thrown in a couple of photos – one of my living room floor before I got myself organised to not just climb this mountain but move my life over to Zambia. There were tears shed.
One of my and Libby doing some training for the climb and meeting some friendly kangaroos along the way.
Finally a couple at the hotel, Ngurdoto Mountain Lodge.
Chat again soon xxx