Last two days in Moshi.

Never have we spent so much time horizontal.🤣Since coming down from Kilimanjaro all we have seemed to do is eat and sleep so on Monday, after a trip back to the clinic for a check up on the ribs and lungs we decided to explore Moshi centre.

After the total peace and relative solitude of Lindrin Lodge the centre of Moshi was a direct contrast and a welcome distraction.

After a lovely lunch at Mimosa with our guides from our shortened trek we (very slowly) wandered into Moshi. It was lovely to see Michael and Francis again and hear how our group had fared without us. We were so pleased that Josh and Sudar had succeeded (where I (not we – ask Rob) had failed).

On reaching Moshi the life, noise and colour were everywhere. The pavements were non existent or badly broken making (even slow) walking difficult but it was lovely to be somewhere alive and vibrant and although we appeared to be the only tourists anywhere we felt very safe and welcomed – never more so than when we met Chaz and James, two of our (favourite) porters, on the Main Street.

The only marring of the outing was a motorbike crash at a crossroads of the Main Street. It was the oddest experience to hear and witness the incident and watch the reaction. Although everyone on the streets stopped and observed nobody went to the four motorcyclists aid and cars and lorries continued around them.

Thankfully all four young males were up and walking in seconds and within a minute they had picked up their possessions, helmets and bikes and everything had moved on.

Our reunion with Josh and Sudar and their tales of the remainder of the trip finished a largely lovely day.

I’m so sorry for the lack of pictures here but I’ll make up for it now.

Our last day in Moshi, on a recommendation from Paris, was spent at some local hot springs. Although I’d remembered most of the details she’d shared such as the name (Kikuletwa) and it’s beauty, I had forgotten that she’d said the road to it was fairly bumpy!!!! Paris, that was the biggest understatement ever.

Forty five minutes of our driver negotiating boulders nearly as big as Kilimanjaro and pot holes the depth of the Nile we arrived at a mini paradise. I won’t try to describe it, I’ve said enough – here are some pictures and videos which still don’t really do it justice.