![]() ![]() The crowd of weary passengers streamed into the modern terminal, and formed into the inevitable shuffling lines to face the formalities. Brown hills stood in the distance under low clouds. Grey terminal building, grey-green trees and pale sky. Wet black runway, red earth and brown grass. Kilimanjaro International Airport, Tanzania. Three weeks from now I hoped to be standing right there, on the highest point of all Africa - the snows Kilimanjaro. I felt a thrill of excitement, with my eyes fixed upon this mystic and majestic vision. The jagged tooth of Mawenzi, and the wide, snow-capped bulk of the main peak- Kibo. Rising through the mass of grey clouds, the two peaks of Kilimanjaro stood out dark and solid. By the time the plane was in the air I could see light spreading from the east. It was still very dark on the ground, but so near the Equator sunrise is a swift performance. Through the thick warm blanket of tropical night, I walked across the runway to reboard the KLM jet in Dar es Salaam. The hyena once said: "I am not lucky, but I'm always on the move". Etejo opa olnojine, "Mme kamunkyak oshi, keju maitagol." ![]()
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