Wake up, pack everything, hit the bus to Kili basecamp. Alright, this isn't Everest and there isn't really a basecamp, but there are small villages in the foothills, near the park gates through which climbers pass. I show up, and Kili is once again covered in clouds. Turns out my hostel isn't in the main village at all, but a few kilometers uphill. I got to have my own mini-climb, hoofing it up- at about 6,000 feet- the 45 minute walk. With a backpack. Nearly died.
The village, Marangu, is pretty and green, but empty. I was the only person in the hotel. It was hard to find food and water, and I went to bed around 8, when the power went out.
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