Day 1

29 hours of flying? 32? Not sure.

After hour 17 we kind of stopped counting. Few things went as planned, but all somehow worked out.

Seats were comfortable. Food was good. Even the 8 hour transfer was ok. The lounge to rest was so worth the money.

The pilot landed a plane in Qatar as if it were a feather. Seamless.

Impressively soundless.

The second leg was to land at 7:15 am in Tanzania. We were a little earlier. The view before we touched the ground… no words. Mount Kilimanjaro was glowing. Literally.

Peeking through golden clouds.

Nature is amazing.

And so is Tanzania.

There is something about it that is different from anywhere else I’ve been to. The energy. Feeling.

It’s magnetizing. Feels like home. Just… how?

And then the people.

So kind. Genuine. Real.

We take pride in being civilized, cultured and educated, but I saw the essence of human kindness in its purest today in front of my eyes. We have so much to learn from different cultures. Anyway.

Spent half a day on the streets, ate and crashed.

Can’t keep my eyes open.

Early flight in the morning.

Serengeti is the final destination.

Can’t wait.