Tired, disgusting... And finding adventure! : Feb. 17

We milled off the plane (the same way we got on), quickly flashed our yellow fever certificates, then milled about the custom forms table. There was actually a line to buy our visas ($100, if you are interested in going), and then milled about one of the stations to get fingerprinted and through customs.

We had arranged an airport pickup, which I knew was going to be interesting. When we hadn't seen our driver in ten minutes, Alisa was starting to worry. It was probably 85 degrees outside where we were standing, so just adding to the layers of sweat from the plane trip. Thankfully, our driver showed up shortly thereafter and we were on our way with eight Norwegians and two people from Colorado.

But that was short-lived. First the driver had one of the other groups boys help him hit the tire back into place. (Didn't really understand that part.) Another few miles down the road, the tire blew off completely. (I understood that part.)

The Norwegian adventurers trekked to a bar across the street (a shack-like structure with an overhang and a fridge). Alisa and I soon joined, and chatted with them, goggled at the "outdoor pool" (a billiards table under an awing), and drank most of our $1 Kilimanjaro beer before the bus was done being repaired.