As Sete Partidas do Mundo

Day 5: Thursday, Feb 13 Hakuna matata It is difficult to sleep after 6 am, I am awaken by swahili voices and rumors inside tents around. When our waiter Godlisten comes to wake us up, like every morning, "Hello, wake up time!", "Hello, hot water!", "Hello, breakfast is ready!", he finds us already struggling to pack the gear. Today, before departing, we have group picture with all the team, and the porters sing with us the Kilimanjaro song. Hakuna matana , no worries. We cross the small stream in the bottom of the Barranco and stare at the Wall in all its splendor, still in the shadow, with the morning sunlight glowing over the top. We quickly realize that, when climbing the wall, the hardest thing is the tremendous traffic jam of people, like a human anthill. Overweight American ladies crawl up rocky stairs with unusual agility, hi-tech equipped Germans frown impatiently, porters balance burdens dangerously on the edge of the cliff, guides ...

I finally managed to find time to publish the previous post on the Kilimanjaro trip in english. This is the first part of the report. By Pedro Boléo-Tomé. Day 0: Saturday, Feb 8, 2014 Africa. The name itself sounds enormous, impenetrable, warm and strange. Of Africa, I had only seen the souks of Marrakesh and the peaks of the Atlas, above the Sahara, but there, I could neither hear the ancestral sounds nor the strange animal singing, I could not scent the odors of the tropical night nor feel the immense open spaces. This time, we search for a mythical place that has defied geographers over the centuries: the existence of snowy peaks in equatorial Africa, the legendary Mountains of the Moon where Herodotus placed the source of the Nile, also called the Ethiopian Olympus . The reputed British Geographical Society spent the 19 th century arguing indisputably that it was impossible to find snow on the Equator. Nevertheless, Kilimanjaro awaits us with its giant flat head cov...