Get over it! My journal for the second half of September 2010

Saturday, September 11th, I was packed and ready for my taxi to pick me up and take me some 30 odd miles to Marangu Hotel to get set for my climb kubwa.

I met my climbing partners who were from England, and unbeknownst to me, had my last Kilimanjaro beer.

I felt funny…light headed, no energy, nauseous, and achy. Now this didn’t seem right, considering I was just off five days of Ciprol and 5 days of Flagyl, along with Imodium and my Malarone for malaria prevention.  I’d read all about the amoeba I’d been harbouring and considered maybe it wasn’t eradicated after all, but those couple of Kili’s I had over those five days tasted good, and I didn’t know I wasn’t to have any dairy products within 3 hours of Ciprol – do you realize that with 2 Ciprol a day, no milk in my tea or coffee for 12 hours of that day? OUCH! Maybe it was in my brain and liver after all like the website said could happen. ‘Get over it, Gail’

Sunday I talked myself into good health, but the thought of a beer made me queasy.

Tea, all day, tea.

Bedtime Sunday, my angel spoke to me, harshly, in the bathroom…’oh, Please God, not this again’…Yup, back full force. Well, maybe tomorrow…

But tomorrow was the same story…this ain’t getting better.

It’s very hard to admit defeat before the war has started, but after talking to the director of tour operations, and thank God Desmond and Seamus Bryce-Bennet of Marangu Hotel are the caring people that they are, I was convinced I was best to quit while ahead.  It was hard to see my climbing buddies with their guides and porters head off to Rongai Gate without me. I felt I’d let them all down.

The telling tale is that I was so relieved to be going back to the KCMC Hospital in Moshi. Tests were redone and found nothing. That was wonderful, in my mind. It meant those little suckers weren’t invading my brain and liver. What was hard on the old system was all of the medication. It caused an intestinal battleground. I was dehydrated, exhausted and sad. I went home to my little Moshi cottage and slept again for two nights and a day…Back on Ciprol for another 5 days – WHAT!!!

One thing about being sick, once better, you feel better than before you got sick!

September 19th JGI Roots and Shoots marched for International Peace Day. It was wonderful. The day was perfect. R&S Members and co-coordinators and volunteers met at the end of the Mweka daladala route where we had white balloons with a silhouette of doves, Peace and Amani (Peace in Kiswahili) drawn on them. We had a 6 foot sign made up and students carried it and flew our Peace Dove with it’s 20’ wing span as we walked to the Mweka Trail gate. We then returned down to Mweka Village to Omi Primary School where we held a ceremony and many stories were told and many photos were taken. On her Jane Goodall website, Jane describes this UN International event. She was in China flying their Peace Dove at the same time we were flying ours here in Tanzania.

Presenting R&S Water Bottles

Flying our Peace Dove to Mweka

To Mweka Gate

At Omi School

My workmate/roommate left Monday for her 8 day safari with her parents visiting from New York. I took the opportunity of going to Usa River on the bus with Gumbo as he was going to Arusha. I wanted to attend a Rotary Club meeting there. I’d heard of River Trees Country Inn last October so wanted to have a look for myself. It is indeed beautiful. Instead of one night, I splurged and spent two, because of the kind people I met there. Martina Gherken-Trappe never stops. She’s the owner and hands on everything and everything happens at River Trees. Weddings, bush-babies, tourists coming and going, monkeys, honeymooners…a tranquil, natural respite. In those two days, I gained all of the weight I’d lost from being sick…


View From the Dining Room


Sykes Monkey at RiverTrees


The River at RiverTrees

Today I received word there is a spot for me on a climb going the Marangu Route.

I’ll take whatever is available as I don’t have too much time left in Tanzania. Tomorrow I’ll go to the Hotel again and meet my climbing mates, two ladies from Norway. I hope they are tough on me. Wish me luck for Monday and hopefully, I’ll report my progress next week.