i scaled a portion of mount kenya today. the trail was beautiful, and quite quite steep. at the highest point i reached, 3,300 meters up (11,000 feet), you could see out for miles and miles. seated there on a rock, i felt like i was on top of the world. however, right now my legs and back are hurting like nobody's business.

a kikuyu man named castro was my tour guide, i found him to be very itriguing. a graduate of the outdoor expedition school (noels?), he had scaled the summit of kenya again and again over the past 13 years. in addition, he has taken groups up to mount kilimanjaro in tanzania.

i have developed a new fascination with the outdoors. when i gaze out across kenya, or even when i think about it, i feel happy. i feel alive.