I am currently sat on the plane with one thought on my mind – Sean is such a pain the backside! He says that we both have to write separate diary entries instead of us working together and creating one entry between us for each day. That idea has backfired on him hugely as he doesn’t have a notepad or pen. Unlucky Mr Chaffe!
Our journey to the peak of Kilimanjaro began at home with us trying to pack our bags for a three week trip which would encompass a variety of activities and a whole range of weather. We ended up with 5 hold bags, 2 hand luggage backpacks and a suit carried between us.
We had already pre-booked a taxi to take us to the airport and after struggling to get all of our bags through the narrow corridors and into the lift in our flat, we were soon settled into the taxi and on our way. After months and months of planning and extensive list writing, I couldn’t believe that it was finally here and we were off to explore Tanzania and climb Kilimanjaro, the world’s highest free standing mountain. The journey to the airport was quick and uneventful but it slowly began to sink in that we were about to embark on the biggest adventure of our lives so far.
At the airport we managed to pile all of our bags onto one trolley (mainly because they charge £2 per trolley at Manchester airport and, unlike at the supermarket, you don’t get that £2 back again at the end!) I looked ridiculous as I could barely see over all the bags but I made Sean take a photo of me which, of course, was uploaded to Facebook immediately with the first of many posts from this trip. We had checked in online so we just needed to drop our bags off at the check-in desk. We managed to be at the front of the queue when the desks opened and somehow, even with 5 bags, we were well under our baggage allowance of 60kg with a total of only 36kg between us. The lady on the desk wasn’t the smartest and asked Sean if his suit carrier was a laptop bag despite it being 105 x 58 cm (which would be one hell of a laptop!) I subtly dropped in the fact that we are about to get married but, unfortunately, we didn’t get a free upgrade to first class.
We had our first alcoholic beverage of the holiday and got some average lunch at a large chain restaurant which was made less than average by the chav version of the von Trapp family sat next to us – one of the children felt it necessary to jump up and down on the bench that I was sharing with them continually for the 45 minutes that we were there, another one was warming up her vocal chords for a rendition of “The Hills are Alive” by screaming as loud as possible.
Having just got on the plane, Sean has insisted that he is going to use my notepad and my pen to also write his journal entries and is adamant that he needs to write his first entry immediately…