Back on western internet, thought not halfway across the atlantic as I'd expected. Weather at heathrow yesterday delayed the flight into Dar this morning, so we were late leaving, so I missed my vancouver connection. Tomorrow at 1700h, finally, on the way to canada. The chaos in Dar and the chaos at Heathrow parallel but equal worlds. Rebooked at Dar with no paperwork, reversed inexplicably at heathrow, lineups of 200 people crawling slower than my kili ascent for hotel vouchers circumvented by texting with danny and his internet connection, and the astonishing airport sheraton with its drinkable water, plush robes and room service. The best pasta pomodoro and australian shiraz I have ever had.
One picture at a time, one cutline at a time.
Us, on top of Kili.
Ray, me, Rebecca (low down), Flip. At every hut we stayed at, the registration books requested our professions. After day 1, we started making them up. Potter. Goatherd. Sorcerer. Wife #2. Stunt Cock. Musketeer. Stickhandler. I loved these 3, who were the absolutely perfect mates to do this thing with. None of us knew each other before, and we fit so perfectly.