In the meantime we're in Moshi, the Tanzanian municipality, which is situated on the lower slopes of Mount Kilimanjaro.
The one piece of advice we keep hearing, whether it's here or back in North America, is to take the climb slowly. It's somehow more powerful to hear it over here, because the Swahili term for "slow" is pole pole.
We did one very important errand today, too. We visited a local blacksmith and got them to construct a special metal contraption that will enable David and Alex to carry my wheelchair on their shoulders whenever I'm walking on my hands. It looks a little cumbersome, but we are assured it'll be the most effective way to transport it while climbing. (If only I could sit on it while they carry it!)
We're really pumped that we're here - no travel hiccups or lost equipment. We've all got a good sleep, which is really important. We'll need to be rested for what we're about to encounter.
Oddly, we couldn't see the mountain today because it was so grey and overcast. But it's right there, looming over the city. I can feel it.
And tomorrow we'll be on it. Making Redefine Possible really happen. At last. We're so close...it's hard to take this pole pole.