Photo courtesy: Chris 73 – wikimedia commons
Wherever I walked in Moshi, Mt Kilamanjaro loomed in the distance. It wasn’t long before I hiked out of town, heading towards the snow-capped peak. I grew entranced by the vegetation and birds along the highway rather than Africa’s highest peak.
The weaver birds gathered together in their egg shaped nests suspended like hanging Christmas balls all on the one tree.
Now that I think about that idle stroll along a highway years ago, it wasn’t the smartest move in Africa. Fortunately, I only saw birds and the mountain beaconing me. That silent call however, wasn’t strong enough to make me complete the hard climb to the top. I was happy to admire Mt Kilamanjaro from Moshi.