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The drive to Marangu Gate is of importance. It is a clear day too, which bodes well for our first day of climb. I look at the town scrubbed clean from the last night’s rain.

The drive to Materuni is all uphill. The scenery is beautiful, full of green trees, bananas, cassava, taro and many other vegetable varieties

It is past 1 p.m., local time. I breathe in Africa. It smells of Mother Earth. I press my feet to the ground and look up at an overcast sky and inhale again

It is the twelfth day of December, the mention of which has no particular relevance to what goes on in my mind, but I mention it because it is odd that such a thought should, after all, pop into my mind so early in the a.m.