Friday, June 22, 2007

The one where I commuted with wildlife

I went on a safari.

It's impossibly expensive to go alone; I needed to join a group. So I went to the Tourist Board--there's a bulletin board with lists of partially filled trips that need more people. I called around and wound up choosing a 5 day, 4 night trip. I think I would have taken a 4/3 trip if I'd found one, but I certainly didn't want to come all the way here and not see what I should so I went with longer rather than shorter.

And, unlike Kilimanjaro, I was quite confident that the group existed--I paid $110/day, which is about what you'd pay to rent a car. And, like Kilimanjaro, the park fees eat up much of that cost, so if I'd been alone the company would have surely lost money.

I got paired with Brad from Vancouver. His wife was planning to join, but they're traveling with their 11-month old so they decided that he'd go alone. Our vehicle was a Land Cruiser with removable roof sections. While in the parks, we could stand up to watch (or catch a breeze) while guide Frank drove around. And any time we saw something interesting, we'd pull over to park and watch. Also joining us for the trip was cook Isaac.

Our first morning we headed to Lake Manyara National Park. And, after having done some game walks and drives before, I think the topless Land Cruiser is _totally_ the way to go. (And it helps that the animals in these parks are pretty used to traffic and gawking tourists so lots of them aren't too shy.) About two minutes into the park, we sat and watched a baboon troop from about 20 yards away. Lotsa babies. Pretty awesome.

We went on to see elephants, impalas, Masai giraffes (noticeably different than the ones in Kenya). And two lumps that I'm told were lions.

Then, after lunch, lots more elephants, giraffes, a herd of buffalo, vervet monkeys, dik diks, and more impala.

Camp the first night--we weren't exactly roughing it. They set up my tent for me, and the site had hot showers and a bar/restaurant. We ate Isaac's food on a table set up out back, but still.

The next morning we were joined by the last member of our group, some Swedish guy whose name we never learned. He had all sorts of safari clothing and about $4000 of camera equipment with him (the special bag alone had to cost more than my camera), and much of the rest of our trip became a quest to search for photo opportunities. He was kinda a tool, but one who spent 20 years in the Special Forces (I resisted the strong urge to refer to the Very Special Forces!). We ate breakfast and headed off for the Serengeti, about 6 hours away.

On the way we stop at a Maasai village. The lands they've historically tended are disappearing (or being turned into protected conservation areas) so many Maasai make a living by selling their culture. They ask for $50 per car to come see their village and take pictures, which apparently lots of people actually pay. I know Björn would have paid his share; I just laughed. Brad and I started reading and acting disinterested while Björn negotiated. I spoke up and said I'd pay 5000 shillings, $4. Brad said he'd pay the same, and we wound up settling for 20,000 shillings total, with Björn kicking in $8. In real life the Maasai herd cattle, but this is sort of a demonstration village where they jump up and down and sing songs. Our Maasai guide took us around, showed us a home, tried to sell us jewelry and made us promise not to tell anyone what we'd paid. Oops.

Also, the Maasai wear tire shoes.

We get to Serengeti National Park and do a game drive on our way to the campsite, somewhere inside the park. Now, the park is about the size of Connecticut, so we don't even try to cover the whole thing. Instead, for the rest of the time we, and most of the other groups, drive around an area that seems fairly large but is surely only a small percentage of the park area. You can only drive on the roads (that decently criss-cross the area), no taking off cross-country.

The campsite in the Serengeti was more basic, with pit toilets, no running water, and a bunch of other safari groups.

We did game drives in the Serengeti on our way to the campsite on day 2, in the morning (sunrise - lunch) and evening (3pm - sundown) of day 3, and in the morning of day 4.

There are a couple of places that we can go to try and see certain animals (the hippo pool, a shady area where lions sometimes sleep, etc.) but mostly we just drive around and hope to spot something. We keep a lookout for animals, and for other safari vehicles--when someone sees something particularly interesting word gets around (Frank spent a lot of time on the CB) and everyone descends.

One constant theme was our search for the leopard. One of the classic "Big 5" (along with elephant, rhino, lion, buffalo), we spent way too much time trying to see one. It was like a game of telephone--we'd pull up to a large group (more than 10, we saw as many as 26 vehicles gathered) where someone said that someone had seen a leopard in "that tree over there". We'd spend a half an hour sitting around, seeing nothing, before finally convincing Frank to move elsewhere. Once, after looking through binoculars for about 10 minutes, I was finally able to make out some paws hanging down from a branch in a dense tree about 100 yards away.

We saw a lot of antelope (impalas, gazelles, dik diks). Lots of zebra and lots of wildebeests (aka gnu) and some of the other beests, the harte.

The zebras and wildebeests are buds. Zebras are really smart, and maybe like to hang with the wildebeests because they are dumb as shit--if there's a predator about, odds are it catches a gnu. The wildebeests maybe hang out with zebras because otherwise they'd have no idea when there were predators about. They don't smell, hear or see very well. They tend to follow each other in single file lines when moving, unless one gets spooked, in which case they take off in all directions. We'd frequently come across zebras and gnus in the road--the zebras would get off the road, and the gnus would run down the road away from the truck. Zebras are pretty. Wildebeests are ugly and they grunt incessantly. It was hard to fall asleep in what sounded like a hog farm...

On the morning of day 3 we saw a bunch of lions fairly far off. After watching for a while we realized there was another road that went right by where they were sitting. There were several sitting around, and one male was still working on the wildebeest that the rest had had their fill of. He went on for a while, and was still going when we left. And the birds of prey were gathering, waiting for the scraps... (There are some cool pictures, though vegetarians might want to stay away.) We found another lioness eating nearby, soon after we left the first.

There's no way to tell if the lions had killed it--despite their reputation, lions steal about 2/3 of their meals from other predators. (And hyenas, who have a scavenger reputation, are actually fierce group hunters who kill about 2/3 of their own prey and only steal 1/3.) We never did see the "action" of an actual hunt.

Magnus threatened me at breakfast on day 4--I'm pretty sure he didn't hear Brad and I talking about him and instead misinterpreted something completely innocuous that I'd said. Frank didn't understand what he was talking about either. Frank talked to him, Brad avoided him, I turned on the charm, and the detente lasted the rest of the trip.

After lunch day 4 we headed back to the Ngorogoro Crater, where we stayed at a campsite (hot showers, zebras grazing, but not much else) on the crater rim. It was really cold. And instead of grunting gnus I got to fall asleep to the sound of a zebra chewing grass about 20 yards away.

The crater itself is about 2000 feet deep and covers about 100 square miles. The sides are very steep so for the most part animals don't just pass through. Apparently, almost every type of animal in East Africa can be found in the crater. Except my favorite, giraffes.

We woke up early (~5:45) to get there in time to maybe see some of the normally nocturnal animals. But it was really foggy and we couldn't really see anything. We wound up finding a black kite perched near the road at about 7:45, and it was almost 9 before we saw any animals, a lion from a distance. At 9:30 we finally came across the density Ngorogoro is famous for--a small lake with storks and flamingos and hippos, with zebras and gnus grazing and hyenas hanging about looking for an opportunity.

About an hour later came our most surreal moment--two male lions were walking down the road. We, and a veritable host of others, followed. We jockeyed for position, with one truck speeding ahead and waiting, then hurrying to follow when the lions got there. At times, the lions needed to weave between stopped vehicles to continue on. This lasted for almost 20 minutes. And I think our truck took more than our fair share of viewing opportunities--for quite a while we drove along, right next to one of them, matching his pace.

After some more driving around we stopped to eat our box lunches. They were mostly inedible, just like virtually all the other food we were served. We headed out, and finally, on our way out of the crater, we found a rhino, the last of the Big 5. We left and headed back to Arusha, arriving about 5pm yesterday.

This time, I tipped 10%. Again, I have no idea if that's right. I know that Brad paid $780 for the trip and Leif paid $560 for his 4 days. I "only" paid $550 (which I didn't happen to mention to them...). I gave the cook $20 and the guide $35. Frank had to work much less hard than Rafael (my Kilimanjaro guide) did, the food was terrible, and they were getting tips from 3 of us so I think I'm okay with it.

I have no contact info for Brad or Gunnar, which I'm fine with. I do wish I'd gotten info from the Canadian trio on a trip that largely matched ours--our table was next to theirs at the Manyara campsite, we ran into them quite a bit arriving at and leaving the Serengeti, saw them again in the crater, and I chatted with them for a bit just before we left for Arusha. They're climbing Kili starting tomorrow--good luck, Canadians!

Pictures are up. There's a lot, and the best have been added to my group of favorite shots from my trip so far.

Next for me: Rwanda. God forbid I'd be healthy at any point while in Tanzania--now I hab a cold. So, to avoid 2-3 (or 4 or 5) long days on a bus, which I wouldn't love even if I felt great, I'm gonna fly. I leave Arusha Monday, probably in Rwanda just 'til Wednesday or Thursday, then back to Kampala to say bye. And a week from Monday I'll leave Africa. Next stop: Athens.

Kwa heri,
sg

Thursday, June 21, 2007

The one with some random stuff

Hey, just got back from safari. Five days, four nights in Lake Manyara National Park, Serengeti National Park and the Ngorogoro Crater. I'll write it all up for you tomorrow, but the highlights: we saw lions eating lunch, saw other lions at _extremely_ close range, giraffes are awesome, wildebeests suck, a Swedish guy threatened to maim me.

Before I left I had dinner with some interns. As promised, here's a shout out to Ting Ting. TTC is in the hizzouse!

For now, I'm back in Arusha 'til probably Saturday, when I'll head west towards Rwanda. I'll soon circle back to Uganda, and July 2 will leave Kampala for Greece.

Where I will stay (with a side trip to Turkey) until Friday, August 3, when I'll head for New York. I think all my NY friends will be out of town, but if not there'll maybe be a small get together on Saturday night. Come see me, and meet the G family! If not, maybe I'll just take my sister out to celebrate her new job.

On Monday, August 6, exactly 9 months after I left, I'll return to Minneapolis.

Where I'll be staying... Some of you seem to have an idea that I'm moving to Boston to study Metabusiness. I dunno, kinda sounds like something someone made up on April Fool's Day.

So if you have any ideas about what I should do when I get back, let me know. Did I mention I'm broke and unemployed?

Okay, more soon.
chao,
sg

Wednesday, June 13, 2007

The one where I'm piqued

Er...I mean I peaked.


Helen (Allen's second cousin, my new favorite elephant, travel companion and pillow) and I climbed to the top of Mt Kilimanjaro last week. Yeah.

I've got some travelogue for you, some random thoughts, some whatever, but I'll just throw it all in here and let you deal. Grab some popcorn, it's pretty long...

The trip:
I didn't sleep that well the night before we started, and I had some stomach issues. So I didn't eat any breakfast, but the first day should be easy. They picked me up at 8am. We go to the company offices to drop off some of my stuff and pick up stuff they're gonna lend me--a coat, gloves, boots. Tour company woman never asked my size, and they just had two pairs for me to try, but she'd done a decent job estimating and thankfully one of the pairs fit okay.

As we left the guide gave me the day's schedule. I asked when we'd meet up with the other hikers in our group. "It's just you." "But Joanne said there were two others." Blank looks. "Oh, yeah, they cancelled." Or, I'm thinking, maybe "didn't exist". So it's just me, a guide, a cook, and two porters.

It takes 'til about 1pm before we've gotten to the park and everything's organized for us to start. We start out at Marangu gate at 1970m (6500 ft). The first day's walk is only about 8km (5 miles) and takes you up to the Mandara Huts at 2700m (8900 ft), about 3 hours total. A nice easy walk through rain forest. It's just the guide and me--the porters and cook walk separately, and on the first day they even have a road to walk up while we take the "tourist" route.

By the end of the first day, even though it was easy I was tired and sore, especially my left knee and right ankle. And my right elbow, which I'd SMASHED in the shower that morning...

The only book I brought with me was David Copperfield--lotsa pages, small print, I figured I could make it last for several days. At dinner I got about 25 pages in...not so promising. I would read no more over the rest of my trip. Does anyone actually enjoy Dickens?

Dinner was pretty good--cucumber soup and beef and potatoes with a vegetable sauce. I was asleep about 7:30.

Day 2 we walked about 5 more hours up to Horombo Huts at 3700m (12000 ft), and that's when the altitude hit me pretty hard. I had mild Acute Mountain Sickness. Thankfully, even though the 'A' in "Acute" is capitalized the "mild" is more important. I had a headache, no appetite, nausea, and lotsa trouble breathing.

I started taking the pills I'd brought (Acetazolamide) to help with the altitude. I'd have started before we ever started climbing, but some people recommend you don't take them if you don't need to as if you react poorly you're not really near any medical help. In retrospect, what I should have done is taken a couple of doses back while I was in the States to see if I had a problem and started taking them before I climbed anywhere. In any case, I was a bit off kilter for most of the rest of trip, and my contemporaneous notes stopped.

Luckily, my itinerary called for an extra day for acclimatization then. Day 3 I woke up and it still really hurt to breathe, but my headache was better so I had hope. We left around 10am to walk up to Zebra Rocks at 4000m, just an hour and a half or so. Hung out there for I'm not how long--I took a nap--and headed back to Horombo Hut about 1:00.

Day 4 we walked from Horombo up to Kibo Hut at 4700m (15,400 ft). I spent much of my time daydreaming about marrying Julie née Holland's kid sister. I went to college with Julie, and we weren't exactly close--we maybe took a class or two together but I probably haven't seen her or had any contact since graduation, and I have no idea if she has any siblings. Well, guess I'll email her now...

Kibo was, well, cold. The best part: the 7 kids from UNC-Chapel Hill. Philip and six women, all seven of them attractive, came to Tanzania to spend several weeks doing environmental work and then climb Kili. One was named Zina (I'm spelling it like Garrison instead of Warrior Princess but I'm not sure...), the other 5 names, not sure. I heard them but couldn't keep track. Not sure why I liked them so much...

  • all were cheerful and bright and bubbly, not just cute
  • they're maybe who I wish I'd been at that age (if not today)
  • Philip is maybe in training to become a Sethicist. And if he's hetero and all the women are in serious relationships with others, he's already there
We spent the day resting at Kibo Hut. I had that gawdawful Together Forever song (Rick Astley, from the bus in Nairobi) going through my head all afternoon while trying to sleep and at dinner. A Chapel Hillie suggested Alanis Morissette instead, and I spent much of the evening trying to sleep but instead thinking about the meta-irony of her song about things that suck.

We left Kibo at midnight on Day 5. The walk goes pretty much straight up a hill to Gilman's Point at 5685m (18,650 ft). We stopped twice for water, for less than two minutes each, and got to Gilman's at about 4:15. Our pace totally reminds me of walking my grandmother down the hall at her nursing home when she was in her late 90's. To Gilman's is supposed to take 5 hours, then another 1 1/2 to Uhuru Peak, so we kept going really slowly to get to the peak just before sunrise so we wouldn't have to stand around for too long.

We did, reaching the peak (5895m, 19,340 ft) at 6:15. It was clear. Maybe 5-10°F. We hung out for a bit. Took some pictures of me and Helen at the peak. Then we left.

Ah, Sensei, the master becomes the student. I could see where I was going, and there was no longer any need to go slowly. But Rafael, my guide, has only been on snow the 10-15 times he's brought people to the peak. Hello, I live in Minnesota! I give him my walking poles, told him a few tips, and took off, looking back every once in a while to make sure he wasn't falling too far behind.

We got back to Gilman's Point and take our first real break. We look down: "Hey, that's Kibo." Sure doesn't look like a 4-5 hour walk... The hill was scree so we took our time, stopped to chat once or twice, and maybe two hours later get back to Kibo to take a nap.

After climbing, some people leave equipment behind for their guides and such. I wasn't exactly in position to do that--Rafael had been worried that I'd be too cold so I'd borrowed wind pants from one of my porters. Maybe he would have been right in worse weather, maybe he was even right here. But...they didn't breathe. I took off the wind pants in the hut and found that my long johns, and my (only!) pants, were SOAKED with sweat. Same for both of my long sleeved shirts and my sweatshirt. Yuck, and brr.

I ran into a Chapel Hillie--I think six of the NC7 made it. One of the women got really sick, threw up 4 times at 5300m or some such thing. I felt really bad for her, but she didn't seem too depressed or was covering it pretty well.

We walk down to Horombo. Very slowly--my knee is almost useless by now. My guide kinda wanted to head all the way down to Mandara so it'd be a shorter walk out the next day, but Horombo it was.

We get in about 2:30. I head to sleep. They try to wake me for tea, but I sent them away. I think that's when they sing the Kilimanjaro song to you. Shit, missed it.

I looked for Chapel Hill at dinner but didn't see them so I went to sleep early. Day 6, didn't see them at breakfast, either. We left at about 8:30.

At 8:40 we passed CH--they'd been there after all. Back to Mandara at about 10:45, back to park HQ just before 1pm. They gave me a certificate, a garland, a bottle of champagne and a nice lunch. Then we headed back to Arusha.

Tips:
I've seen recommendations ranging from 10-15% of the trip fees for tips. But I paid $1000 for my trip, and of that
$360 park fees
$250 camping fees
$ 20 rescue fee
$ 3 some fee
= $663 went to the park.
That leaves $367 for salaries for the guide, the cook, and two porters, transportation to and from Arusha (about 80km), food for all of us, equipment rental, champagne, overhead, other expenses...

It wasn't my fault I was alone, but I felt really bad about these guys waiting on me for a week for peanuts. And they haven't worked in a coupla months as it was the rainy season and they had no bookings. And I'd have paid another $100 for my trip without batting an eye. And I didn't have the right mix of change with me as I thought I'd be in a group and had planned to give them less.

So I maybe overtipped. Or maybe I undertipped...who knows what's right but here's what I gave them, which was almost what they'd asked for:
  • Albert, a porter, who I'd seen only when Rafael introduced me after bringing up the subject of tipping on day 3 and again on the evening of day 5 when he came to say goodbye and get his money (he had to leave really early on day 6) got $30.
  • Elisante, the porter and waiter who brought me water to wash each morning and after each hike, woke me up every day, gave me a hug when I'd finished and lent me his pants, got $40.
  • Emanuel, the cook/porter, who spoke good English and had a sense of humor, got $70.
  • And guide Rafael got $100.
Almost 25%.

General comments:
It's really funny to see the porters, like lots of other people in Africa, balancing stuff on their heads. Some are really large or bulky packages, but some are standard(-western)-issue internal frame packs with support straps, hip belts and the like, and they probably weigh almost 30 pounds.

I really felt like crap on day 2. I had continuing stomach issues at night, and no-to-not much appetite during the day the whole time. I thought I might have lost some weight. And I probably did--both Rona and Nushin commented on it when I got back. Andre didn't seem to notice.

Final Thoughts:
(On my way up) I heard a bunch of people (on their way down) talking at Horombo about how the climb had been "mentally challenging beyond what we could have ever imagined." For me, the peak was a bit anticlimactic. I almost felt cheated--was my route too easy, the weather too perfect for me to get the full experience?

I'm maybe more equipped than many for long hours of trudging on, alone, just footstep following footstep with only my own thoughts to keep me company. But it didn't seem that hard.

Don't get me wrong--the altitude is hard to deal with, and something over which we have no control. If I had been on a 5-day itinerary instead of a 6-day I would surely not have made it. The Chapel Hillie who failed was totally sick, puking her guts out at 5300m. But the walk itself, I just kept going. Once I wasn't sick there was no doubt in my mind that I'd make it.

And the peak isn't the standard cartoon mountain where you get to the top and look down around you. It's just the highest point on a large plane--the views from there aren't that spectacular (and it was fairly clear and we got there at the perfect time). And we'd gone from gaining 1000 meters in just over 4 hours to gaining 200 meters over the final 2 hours, so the last while of the walk wasn't challenging, it was just finding our way (and, thanks to our perfect weather that just meant following a well worn path--we didn't even need our lights to walk it in the dark) over to the right spot.

Still, I'm definitely glad I did it and, while it maybe wasn't the hardest thing I've done this trip it was definitely one of the highlights. And I can now use the phrase "back in ought seven, when I climbed Mt Kilimanjaro..."

Okay, if you've made it this far, pictures are up.

Next up: safari.
sg

Tuesday, June 05, 2007

The one where I spent time with people

My second night in Nungwi, on Zanzibar island, I walked into the restaurant at the same time as another guy who was alone. There was one table left overlooking the water, so we ate together. He's Andre, from California, traveling with girlfriend Nushin but she wasn't feeling well.

I traveled a bit with them (and with Nushin's cousin, Rona(sp?)). We were in the same van back to Stone Town, stayed in the same places (or together) in Stone Town and Dar Es Salaam, and rode the bus to Arusha together--they'll be working here for a coupla months while law student Nushin interns at the International Criminal Tribunal for Rwanda (ICTR).

My first night in Arusha I stayed at a campground. I was the only person there. And, in fact, I was the first person to sign the registration book since April 9. So after a day I moved to a hotel across town. My room is essentially a closet, but it's really clean, the bathrooms are really clean, there's free breakfast at the pretty decent bar/restaurant on the roof, and it costs $5 per night.

Since we got to Arusha I've run into Andre and/or Nushin basically everywhere I go. And then yesterday I walked into a cafe and a guy who sorta looked familiar said "Hey, I know you from Upper Hill in Nairobi. I forget your name but I remember you play ultimate and worked with coupons. Oh, yeah, and you're older than you look, something like 34?"

I am, in fact, 34. Kyle, who's maybe a bit too much into trivia, is also an intern at ICTR. So I've been hanging out quite a bit with all the interns. (And today, I went with Andre to watch some of the testimony of Dr. Casimir Bizimungu, the former Health Minister of the Interim Government, as far as I know the first genocidaire I've ever seen in person.)

Yesterday, I was in the office yesterday of the Tanzanian Tourist Board when a guy walked in wearing a shirt that said "Da Burgh". I said "I'm from the (Pitts-)Burgh." He bought the shirt in Kenya or something, but he and his wife did just move to Pittsburgh.

Then, at dinner last night with the interns, we're talking about random people coincidences. I tell about seeing this guy. The intern across from me said "I'm from Pittsburgh." Usually that means somewhere in some town in southwestern PA, but in this case it meant that she lived maybe 150 yards away. We went to the same high school, just 10 years apart.

I came to Arusha to try arrange a trip to climb Mt. Kilimanjaro. It's really hard to do research here because _everyone_ wants to give you information. For example, the Tourist Board found me a group leaving tomorrow through Shidolya Tours. And when I got to the Shidolya office (right at the Arusha International Conference Center, same place as the ICTR, so I ran into Nushin in the lobby) there were 3 guides from competing tour companies in their lobby trying to
steal me away.

I wound up joining the group. Which is I think two other climbers, plus guide and cook and porters. The woman said the others speak good English so she thinks they might be Australian, or maybe English, but that's all I know about them. In any case, tomorrow morning at 8am I'm leaving to climb Mt Kilimanjaro! We're doing the Marangu route, which isn't my first choice but I didn't want to keep looking for a group and working with all the companies (and street touts.)

Two posts today, but definitely no more for the next 6 days, 5 nights!

_sg

The one with speling arrors

One thing I forgot to mention about Zanzibar: spelling on the menus.

I find (and I'm sure make...) spelling errors all the time, anywhere, but in East Africa they're everywhere. My favorite might have been the Grossary store I passed in Uganda, but two of the restaurants I ate at in Nungwi had some fun ones.

At the Paradise Bar and Restaurent things on the Barbercue menu come with barbicue sauce. There's a Bolognesex pizza. And the Non Alcohol Coctails include spirits such as

  • Vordika
  • Johnnie warker (black and relebble)
  • Jack Deniels
And at the place I ate the next night, drinks included
  • Milk Sheak
  • Vagine Bloody Mary
  • Vaginepina Coleda
  • Daqure
Anyway,
sg