Sandy in Africa
July I flew to Kenya for a safari with Mark Victor Hansen and Bob Allen's Inner Circle, then we travelled to Tanzania to climb Mt. Kilimanjaro. This adventure was extra special to me because I decided at the last minute to take my children, Danielle and Dane with me. I'm so glad I did - even though the trip was very challenging at times, we all had a blast.
Here I am with Danielle and Dane in Nairobi - the night before we begin our trip - and very excited - can you tell?




We're as close as you can get to this elephant. That's me and Mark Victor Hansen in the van.
The Masaii tribes live in poverty, dirt and cow dung (yes, the entire floor of their compound is nothing but fresh clow dung) But they always look so beautiful in their brightly coloured clothes.







Sunset on Mt. Kilimanjaro - yes, we were above the clouds. It was simply beautiful, and SO cold!

A happy family snap as we get closer to the summit. I have to fess up - I was overcome with altitude sickness from day one. It was hard (6-9 hours climbing a day) I was freezing cold, I constantly felt like throwing up, and I kept getting dizzy. But I knew if I stopped, my children would too and they would miss out on a great experience. So I kept going - and it was worth it - I've now got another great tale to tell about the time I climbed Mt. Kilimanjaro with my brave children!

I'm a beach baby and my body is built for the tropics - here I am trying to keep warm. At night I would wear 2 lots of thermal long johns, my thick tracksuit pants, my corduroy jeans, special thermal socks (with heating pads inside) with 2 more pairs of socks. Then I'd put a long sleeved thermal vest, a polo neck jumper, a thermal fleecy jacket, a padded snow vest, a feather down jacket, a scarf, a balaclava, a wollen beanie, gloves, hand warmers and padded gloves. Then I'd climb into my down sleeping bag for a blissful nights sleep. Sounds cosy doesn't it? I guess it would be if I was in a airconditioned chalet with a roaring fire :-) At least that's what I was visualising laying there in my thin nylon tent on the stone cold rock floor at 20 degrees below. The thing I totally love about roughing it is, my appreciation for the little luxuries I sometimes take for granted at home multiplies beyond belief!