I… Had a Meltdown… in Africa


When I first started writing this post, my plan was to unload for a while about the difficulties we had with lodging, service, and general infrastructure after our Kilimanjaro climb in Tanzania, and about how I basically had a minor meltdown as a result. Those of you who know our good friend and travel partner Christi may have already heard a bit from her about my travel weariness (or more specifically, my lack of patience with the developing world), and I still hate thinking that my inability to deal with some of the primitive infrastructure in Tanzania had a negative impact on her experience of seeing Africa for the first time. I was going to write about all that, and how I’ve gained more perspective on the experience now, and all the meaningful things I’ve learned about myself, blah, blah, blah.
