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| the atmosphere of this picture always reminds me of the book "the kite runner" |
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| elegant animals |
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| very creative, home-made scooter |
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| most beautiful car shed I've ever seen |
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| quite stuffed bus |
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| one afternoon all the dust from the ground was blown up in the air - you could only see what was literally just in front of you |
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| first day on kilimanjaro, africa's highest mountain (and the world's highest free-standing mountain). preparations |
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| one of the porters |
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| the first day of hiking in an odd, moist jungle |
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| tough |
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| day one |
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| that smile |
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| one of the pictures my father took - me lying on some kind of bench in the rain, exhausted |
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| sign-in at the first camp at the end of the day |
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| wilson, our guide |
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| day two |
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| day three. terrible snowstorm, which is very untypical. usually there are absolutely no snow on the top of kilimanjaro - we walked in snow from day three. many porters left the baggage and quit, apparently it wasn't worth it to keep going |
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| I never thought that I could ever reach a point where I actually had to think: "what to think about now?" - but it happened lots of times during these really long days of walking, walking and.. walking |
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| our camp, day three |
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there actually was a small "toilet" near the camp (luxury) with a toilet brush in an africafe tin
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| after walking the entire night, the sun finally started to rise |
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| day five, the day we reached the summit was the most beautiful day in contrast to the rest of the days |
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| ice, untouched |
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| above the clouds |
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| uhuru peak, africa's highest point. I cried from the moment I saw this sign until we started the descent. I was so close to not making it because of hallucinations and fainting - our guide said that I should stop a few kilometres from the summit - but finally, here we were |
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| the first few hours of the descent were amazing. we walked sixteen hours that day |
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| the guide that took us to the summit. I remember him singing to himself in the night, on our way to the summit. I didn't understand any of the words, it was in swahili, but it was the only sound besides our steps in the cold snow |
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| day six, kilimanjaro seen from an altitude of two kilometers - as it always looked fifteen years ago, before the global warming |
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| back in moshi town, school yard |
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| two boys playing soccer in the street with a cone |
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| goat |
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| we went to the most amazing place - an oasis in the desert. we bathed in the most clear and warm water I've ever seen, the entire place surrounded by palms |
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| corn on the fire |
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| on our way back, we got completely lost. there were no roads and we kept driving in circles |
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| "ambiere hair - cutting soloon" |
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| a school in zanzibar |
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| coconuts from the palms |
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| the fruit in zanzibar was sweeter than the candy |
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| white beaches |
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| we dived one afternoon. the water was so warm and clear and the starfish absolutely stunning |
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| captain |
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| paradise |
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| the lodge we stayed at a few days. the perfect place to relax after kilimanjaro. I spent two days reading, walking on the beach, swimming and eating pancakes and fruit for breakfast |
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| zanzibar city |
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| flags between the houses |
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| a girl in the street |
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| our last day in africa |
