I am in Africa.
After traveling for two days my brother and I finally arrived at the Kilimanjaro airport in Tanzania. We walked down the steps of the little plane onto the tarmac and took our first breaths of East African air - smelling warm and green.
My cousin Greg's friend Abraham the taxi driver was waiting for us after we picked up our bags, which had miraculously all arrived. He drove us the hour to my cousin's house in Arusha, where he and his new wife Anna were waiting for us.
This morning we slept until noon. Greg and Anna took us to a coffee plantation just out of town where we took a walk through the coffee. North of the city we could see Mt. Meru, nearly 16,000ft just peeking out of the clouds.
The only thing I can really say about Tanzania so far is that it really is different than any place I have traveled so far. It smells different, the air feels different, everything is new and amazing.
Driving through town people were walking and riding bicycles and hanging off the sides of the buses, wearing western clothes and wild african prints.
On Tuesday we begin our Trek up Kilimanjaro.
