At 6am I was up ushering in daybreak. It was a peaceful picture portrayed from the porch outside my suite. This in complete contrast to the hustle and bustle we experienced later on in the day, braving the streets of Moshi. There's a fine line between persuasion and harassment and I am certain the scales dipped more to the later at times. No matter, those of us with shopping to do at least go the things we were after and those who didn't got to see the people of Moshi in their everyday surroundings.
Tonight, around the dining table, thoughts were very clearly focused on the hours and days ahead. A few reassuring remarks from myself and Charlie couldn't really disguise the nervous anticipation underpinning the evening's conversation.
Jason's pink shirt and souvenir hat won him the award for best dressed tourist at dinner; Tasha, the award for best comedy scream in the face of ferocious flying insects! As for me, well, tonight in the knowledge of a potentially dry bar next Saturday, I ordered up a crate of celebratory Guinness to be consumed before showering on our return next week.
I am convinced, knowing the group as I do, we will all get to Uhuru Peak next Friday morning. The following few days will see that assertion tested but I am certain we will all be celebrating a fantastic achievement next Saturday evening. And no celebration is complete without a bottle or two of the dark stuff!
Oh, and Nigel (if you're reading this?)...I'll take that 'sporting' bet with you!
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