After 30 hours of travel, I arrived at Kilamanjaro airport around 10 PM local time. It was 84 degrees. I loaded my bags onto a cart and headed out the door for the bus.
Before I knew what was happening, a crowd of screaming well-wishers surrounded our group of 37 and began singing, hugging, stuffing our hands with bouquets of fresh flowers and adorning our necks with intricate necklaces made of colorful seeds(?) and beads.
The Lincoln contingent of our travel group had already established a sister church in Tanzania, and it was members of that church that dressed in traditional tribal dress and spearheaded (no pun intended) the welcome. The picture is lousy, but my cell phone was the best I could do to record this memorable event.
Thought for the Day: The darkest thing about Africa has always been our ignorance of it. George Kimble