Out of the mist they came, legends, superheroes…...

Known to lesser mortals as Mike Rumble, Chris Brewer, and Louis Eybers, but known in the realm of legends as The Exited One, King El, and No Calves…...

Our mission was simple. Saai Kak!

As foretold in the prophecy, we chose to cause Kak at Kilimanjaro, and the Bar (Zanzibar to the non-fringees).

Our mission was greatly simplified by the help of the delectable, absolutely edible Trudie, from Destination Africa Tours. Her equipment list caused us not to freeze our asses off on the mountain. A very professional presentation using slides and a three-D model showed us exactly what we let ourselves in for. All other details such as visas, tickets and all the other boring stuff that we superheroes avoid doing, was competently taken care of by Trudie.

At Johannesburg International airport Trudy introduced us to our five Indian companions, and donated a bottle of champagne to our cause. We immediately began to scan the masses for Swedish blonde chicks. (Previously, inside the biggest Baobab tree in the world, it had been revealed to us that we would indeed score three Swedish babes on this trip).

The flight to Kilimanjaro Airport took four to five hours. We did not manage to hit major amounts of turbulence. I did not get to wear the nifty yellow life jacket, or get to partake in some aircraft oxygen. Damn..

Our tour operators in Tanzania were Zara Tanzania Adventures. They organized our transfers from Kilimanjaro international airport to the Springlands Hotel in Moshi as, by this time, the Exited One and No Calves were no longer responsible. Trudie also managed to bend and warp space-time to such an extent that King El (all the way from a previously great Empire on which the sun never set) was able to meet us at the Springlands Hotel, Moshi (Tanzania).

We were impressed to find that the hotel was not a mud hut somewhere in the bush as we had expected. The time had come to sample the many beers available in Tanzania. We were happy.

We met some of our fellow vulcaneers, a contingent from South Africa, instantly nicknamed Radg, Didge, Bodge and Sodge. And looked again for the promised Swedish chicks.......

We were given a briefing by Patience on the whole hill climbing thing. It was critical to remember to “ walk at your own sweetable pace”. People who did not make it to the top of the hill would have to come back to the Hotel, for a hug from Patience. Tempting, but no way could we Superheroes fail! We would just have to get to the top.