A Warm Welcome in Moshi

Arriving in Moshi, I was immediately enveloped by the warmth and hospitality of the local people. The bustling town, nestled at the foot of the majestic Mount Kilimanjaro, was alive with the spirit of adventure. My partner and I were greeted by Emmanuel and David, our guides for the journey, who instantly made us feel like part of the family. Their genuine smiles and reassuring presence set the tone for what would be an unforgettable experience.

As a wildlife photographer, I’ve always been drawn to Africa’s natural beauty, but this was my first time attempting a mountain climb. The Lemosho route, known for its picturesque landscapes and gradual ascent, seemed like the perfect choice. Our guides briefed us on the journey ahead, emphasizing the importance of acclimatization and listening to our bodies. With a mix of excitement and nerves, we set off on our adventure.

The Climb Begins

The first few days of the climb were a sensory delight. We trekked through lush rainforests, where the air was thick with the scent of earth and foliage. The calls of Colobus monkeys echoed through the trees, a reminder of the vibrant wildlife that calls this mountain home. As we ascended into the heather moorland zone, the landscape transformed into a tapestry of colors, with wildflowers dotting the path.

Our team of porters, affectionately known as the “Kili Heroes,” were the backbone of our journey. Kurwa, our chef, kept our spirits high with his delicious meals and infectious smile. His ginger lemon tea became a daily ritual, warming us from the inside out as the temperatures dropped. Charles, with his kind attentions, ensured we had everything we needed, from extra layers to words of encouragement.

Despite the camaraderie and support, the climb was not without its challenges. As we reached higher altitudes, the effects of the thin air became more pronounced. I began to feel the onset of altitude sickness, a reminder of the mountain’s formidable power. Emmanuel and David were vigilant, checking our vitals and adjusting the pace to suit our needs. Their expertise and care were invaluable, and I felt grateful to have them by our side.

A Journey of Resilience

As we approached the final stages of the climb, the reality of not reaching the summit began to set in. My partner, with determination and strength, continued the ascent, while I made the difficult decision to descend. It was a humbling moment, but as Emmanuel wisely reminded me, “Health matters.” The mountain will always be there, and there will be another opportunity to try again.

The descent was a time for reflection. I marveled at the resilience of our team, the “Kili Fighters,” who carried heavy loads with grace and humor. Awesh, Jackson, and the others were a constant source of inspiration, their energy and spirit infectious. I realized that the journey was not just about reaching the top, but about the connections we made along the way.

Back in Moshi, we were welcomed with open arms, a hot shower, and a cold drink. The sense of accomplishment was palpable, not just for those who reached the summit, but for everyone who had been part of the journey. As I sat with my partner, reflecting on the experience, I knew that this was not the end, but the beginning of a new chapter. Kilimanjaro had left its mark on my heart, and I looked forward to the day I would return, ready to try again.