Tag Archives: Rafael Berber

The Uhuru of Getting up Kilimanjaro is Intense

How I got up Kilimanjaro

When I first started talking about hiking up Kilimanjaro my friends really thought I lost the plot. I was fit and strong but so are the other some 15,000 people who try to make it up there every year and less than half actually make it. There is always snow up there and if that doesn’t put you off there is altitude sickness, weird insects, dangerous animals and not a single Starbucks. I had been to Tanzania and loved the culture and the people but something in me was sparked and I left quite unsatisfied. For some reason I felt that I had to return one day and make my way up the tallest mountain in Africa: to Uhuru Peak. Continue reading The Uhuru of Getting up Kilimanjaro is Intense

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My First African Experience – Morocco

Although you would imagine that a city in a semi-arid climate would look dull and desolate, quite the opposite is true of Marrakech, the heart of the exotic African country Morocco. From the intricately tiled railway station to the exotic architecture of the riads, Marrakech is a mythical marvel. For university students used to going away for party weekends by driving to Brighton or taking a quick flight to Amsterdam, Marrakech was an eye-opener. It is old and new at the same time, both chaotic and peaceful and very, very mysterious. This was not just a party place; it had culture and a heartbeat like only African countries have. Continue reading My First African Experience – Morocco

When the African Travel Bug (and Other Bugs) Bit Me

I used to be like every other holiday-maker. Until I fell in love with a strange and mysterious, dangerous and exotic place: Africa.

My first African adventure was a five day trip to Morocco while I was still studying. Although Morocco was only a short flight away from Spain, just over an hour, it was very obviously on another continent and

 I was immediately amazed at how different everything was
I was immediately amazed at how different everything was

to Europe. The people, the smells, the sounds – even the air was foreign to me. I was completely overwhelmed and the days flew by very quickly. I returned, covered in insect bites and with the knowledge that I am going to be back in Africa as soon as I could manage it – even though I didn’t quite know why. Continue reading When the African Travel Bug (and Other Bugs) Bit Me