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We had a lovely hike with friends to the top of South Mountain. We love starting the year this way and have carried on this tradition for quite a while. I am really looking forward to many things in 2015, but most of all I have 8 trips planned. I’ll give plenty of info about them as they get closer, but I’ll say a few words about one that I’m very excited for.
On our aughts and fives John and I do adventures. For my 40th we hiked the Inca Trail and for his 45th we hiked Kilimanjaro. This year I turn 45 so we are going to run the Tour du Mont Blanc course, starting and ending in Chamonix France. We will also motor through Italy and Switzerland while we are at it. If you want to know more about the course there is a great documentary called Outrun the Sun that follows professional athletes covering the course in only about 15 hours. We will take six days.
We are so lucky to have some dear friends running with us. Lori and Joe, pictured above, and Kaylee and Brian, and Kaylee’s brother Ed and his colleague at Nike, Cipriano.
Let the training begin! If you want to run or hike with me in the next six months please let me know!
Waking up on Day 8 of our climb was really hard for me because I was so sad that the trek would be over soon. Stanley came to our tent with hot coffee and a high-pitched “good morning!” John and I sipped at our cups before starting our last packing process. It was hard to believe we would not be sleeping in a tent again that night. Coffee cups down, we started organizing our gear into piles. We were giving a good bit of it away to the porters.
In addition, Larry, Cindy, John and I had brought with us on the plane from Phoenix a 50 pound duffle full of camping gear. We were looking forward to donating the gear to our group. Kapanya had arranged to have it carried to Millennium camp so that we could use it as part of our tipping ceremony.
We had our last breakfast in the mess tent, and after that we all gathered in a clearing where Manase formally presented the birthday cake to Larry, and the whole crew sang to him. I caught this on video.
Larry then cut the cake and shared it with as many porters as he could. After that party broke up, Kapanya laid some tarps on the ground and we emptied the contents of our duffle onto it. We added some items we had used on the trek, and we also carefully sorted out some individual gifts to give to guides. Kapanya had told us it was best for us to hand gifts to the people who influenced us most.
I had spent a lot of time thinking about what I wanted to give each guide. To Neema, I gave boots. To Nuru, I gave sunglasses. To Nile, I gave gloves. And to Nicksoni, I gave the iPod that had kept me company each night on the mountain. I loved handing the gifts to each guide, and they enjoyed taking pictures with us after they received the presents. After that, John gave Kapanya the gift of our sleeping bags and Thermarests. Others in our group distributed all of their gifts too, then we moved on to the next part of the gifting ceremony.
Kapanya had an ordered list in his hand: he had made decisions about who would get to choose from the presents first, based on their performance on the trek. The first person to pick was Manase, the cook. Manase wanted a pair of sunglasses, and there were about 6 pairs on the tarp, but half of them were mine & Cindy’s, so every time he put them on his big face we all laughed at how little they were! He finally found a pair that fit. And the picking went on person by person. It was fun to see who got what items. It was also fun to see the porters take off what they had on so they could wear the gifts we brought. It made me feel very happy.
Next, Kapanya lined everyone up so that we could hand out tips. I was glad that this was so organized because it ensured that nothing got lost in the shuffle, and we were able to say thank you personally to all 71 people who supported us. After the tipping was over, the group sent up for a photo, and as you can see from the video, it inspired some song!
After the festivities wound down, it was time to head off the mountain. John, Nicksoni and I started walking and soon ran into Jerry, the 85-year-old hiker we had met the day before. He was looking a little tired, but not deterred from the task ahead of him.
As John and I first started hiking we were still above the clouds, but soon we dropped into the rainforest where it started to get very muddy. This made us a move a little slower than we would have, but I didn’t mind it so much since it seemed to buffer a little of the pounding of our 7,000 foot descent.
At one point Nicksoni said to me, “Thank you for the iPod. Does it have music on it?” I had to tell him that it was full of podcasts! He asked me why I had podcasts on it instead of music, and I told him it was because I wanted to hear someone’s voice when I was afraid. He smiled, nodded, and gave me the sweetest look ever. What a kind soul Nicksoni has. How will I ever hike without him?
John, Nicksoni, and I were having so much fun motoring through the mud—chuckling at each other whenever someone slipped, and taking lots of pictures of the plants. But soon came my favorite Nicksoni moment of the whole trip.
Our trail met up with a Jeep road, and after a while walking on it Nicksoni asked, “How long have we been hiking?” John told him almost 4 hours.” Nicksoni got a sly look on his face and said, “Hey John, if you run you can make it sub-four.”
Can you picture John’s face? He latched on to that idea like it was his life’s goal. He yelled, “See you!” and started running. Nicksoni and I just laughed and laughed! I can still picture Nicksoni slapping his knee as we chuckled. And John did it! He made it in under 4 hours. I came in just over 4. It was not required, but it made it a fun end of day, especially since it was supposed to take 7 to 9 hours.
So, John, Nicksoni and I had some Kilimanjaro beers and sat down for a while to get cleaned up. Kapanya had told us that you haven’t summited Kilimanjaro until you’re down safely. So this was something to celebrate. When the others arrived we ate a delicious picnic lunch and said our last goodbyes. A bus took us back to the DikDik lodge, where we all piled out ready for showers and rest. I was happily startled when Welly, the manager, came running out of the lodge and hugged me like I was her own daughter! “I prayed for you every day!!” she said, and we hugged and cried and hugged some more. She said she had been very worried about me after our long conversation on departure day, and she was so hoping that I would make it to the top of the mountain. We took pictures together and I just felt so lucky to have someone show me that great kindness.
The hotel staff had all come out to congratulate us, and they gave us orange juice as they carried our bags back to our rooms. John was kind enough to give me the first shower, and I was just about to enter the hot water when I heard a knock at my door. It was Welly! She let herself in with her key, which was so adorable I had to just laugh even though I was half naked. “I have gifts for you,” she said. “I wanted to give them to you here.” The packages were beautifully wrapped. The first one contained a carved wooden love bird. The second was a colorful sarong with some Swahili writing. “This says you will have a very long life,” Welly said. And she hugged me ten more times before she headed back to the lobby and I hopped in for my first shower in 8 days.
Here are some pics from the day.
Larry in his Massai blanket. With his porter KP.
Here we have displayed our gifts.
John presents Kapanya with a Kilimanjaro book.
My buddy Nicksoni ready to go.
Trish and Nicksoni.
Here’s Jerry, the 85 year old we met the day before.
Dropping into the rain forest.
Trish likes mud.
It was muddy.
Enjoying a Kilimanjaro beer with Nicksoni.
Larry finished with his hike.
Neema and Cindy finished with their hikes.
Lunch at Mweka Gate.
Heading to the bus.
Love this view of the peak with corn in the foreground.
Back to the Dikdik for a shower and dinner.
Trish and Welly. I will miss you Welly!
Here are the specs on the day’s hike, though, to be honest, the real story here is how wonderful people are all over the world. What a humbling, lovely experience.
Here’s what our hike info said:
Day 8 of the Hike
Millennium Camp to Mweka Gate
7 to 9 Hours
Loss of 4722
And here’s what my GPS said:
Loss of 7103
During all of the planning for the trip, sleeping at 18,800 feet was the thing I feared most. Our friends who climbed in 2004 did not sleep at Crater Camp due to harsh conditions, so I did not have a first hand account of what it felt like. For me, it worked out fine. The night was long and I was very cold, but it wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. I did not suffer from any apnea and thanks to the Diamox I didn’t even have a headache. And the Terry Gross podcasts on my iPod gave me plenty to think about other than, I don’t know, dying in my sleep.
We got our 6 am wake-up call and I was ready to go. I was a bit surprised that it had snowed overnight and that we were in the clouds. I took some video for you. I’m a bit short of breath. I don’t really know how cold it got. Someone said 10 degrees, someone said 10 below. I slept in all my clothes and still shivered all night.
We had a breakfast of porridge and we all started getting our gear together and getting ourselves ready for the short ascent to the summit. I was very cold and had a hard time with my fingers. My struggles with my equipment sent Manase and Stanley into action. Manase grabbed my gaiters and put them on my legs. Then Stanley grabbed my sunscreen and put some on my face. I don’t think Stanley has worn a lot of sunscreen in his lifetime because he was a bit too generous with the cream. It made for a great laugh and a funny picture though!
As soon as everyone was ready we started walking up. The trail was slippery with the new snow and I was pretty short of breath. Soon, though, Nicksoni, John, and I crested the rim of the trail and we could see a long snowy plateau leading to the summit sign. We took a nice stroll through the snow and the picture taking began! I have some video of it here, and I apologize for the quality, because as you can see we were hugging a lot and it shook my iPhone. But at least it gives you a good idea of what the summit was like. And if you thought you saw vomit in the snow, you did. It was not from our group. But it was a good indication of the carnage we were about to witness as we descended.
We were especially excited because it was Larry’s birthday, so John brought out his flask of Scotch and we all proceeded to toast! I was so proud of Larry and I hope I get to do such a fun activity on my upcoming birthdays! We stayed at the summit for about half an hour taking every photo combo you can imagine. I took a moment to spread some of my dad’s ashes just near the sign. He’s now memorialized in Peru, Portugal, and Tanzania. I miss him so much.
Soon John and I apologized to the rest of the group, because we were about to motor. I love descending. And I love descending fast. So Nicksoni, John and I went ahead. Our first taste of the trouble other groups were experiencing came about 10 minutes from the summit. We saw a group huddled around a woman who was passed out in the snow. We asked if we could help but they said no.
Soon we arrived at Stella Point, which is an hour from the summit for those who ascend through the southern approach. Just past the Stella Point sign, we saw a woman who had broken her leg and was wrapped up in an emergency bag waiting for more porters who would carry her down. Just after that, we saw 2 other people who were being half-carried by their porters. It was a grizzly scene, and very different from what we had experienced with our expert guides and careful route.
John and I continued to descend down the sandy scree. It was so much fun! We were skiing really, and the views were amazing since now we were facing forward. We took lots of pics and very soon arrived at our lunch spot, Barnfu camp, which is the launch point for ascents from the south. The camp was very crowded with people who had attempted the ascent or would attempt it tomorrow. From this camp you have to get up at midnight and hike all morning, which is one reason people get so sick.
While at Baranfu camp, a funny thing happened. We heard some people shouting and pointing in the air. A tent had become airborn, and we all watched as it soared higher and higher and then it landed about 15 feet from us. What a show!
John and I waited for some time for the rest of the group. When they arrived we all got into the mess tent, and guess what Manase did? Brought us grilled cheese sandwiches!!!! Oh my they tasted so good. After lunch we started hiking again and ended at Millennium camp where we unpacked and had a nap. When we went into the mess tent for tea, a guy wandered in looking for “Paul.” We thought he wanted Paul from our group, but he was really looing for his guide Paul. But we asked him to sit and we started chatting. The man’s name was Jerry and he was 81 years old. It turns out he had been a math professor at U Mass Amherst, where Larry was a math major! So they couldn’t remember each other, but we did determine that their time had overlapped. It was a funny coincidence.
That night we had a wonderful dinner, and after we ate the crew surprised Larry with a cake, a birthday song, and a Maasai blanket. It was such a fun ceremony, but it was only a small token compared to the ceremony to come the next day– our last day on the mountain. We all crawled into our tents and fell straight to sleep, preparing ourselves for the morning festivities, and then the long descent.
Here are some of the pics from the day’s hike:
Stanley helped me apply my sunscreen.
It was cold at crater camp.
We started the short climb up to the summit.
Here’s the view of Furtwangler Glacier from above.
Trish and Nicksoni crest the rim and walk towards the summit.
John and Trish at the summit.
Our whole group at the top.
I spread some of my dad’s ashes here. I take him on all my trips.
Descending, John and I stopped at Stella Point. Trekkers who follow the Southern Circuit will reach the summit via Stella Point which is about an hour from the summit.`
The trail was soft sand and scree. We skied down mostly.
Here’s a view of Mt. Meru from the descent.
We gathered for lunch at Barafu camp. It was crowded.
John ready for lunch.
Trish ready for lunch.
We saw this tent launch straight into the air. Strange!
Here’s what our trip itinerary said:
Day 7 of the Hike
Crater Camp to Summit
1 to 2 Hours
Start 18,500 Finish 19,341
Gain of 841
Summit to Millennium Camp
6 to 8 Hours
Start 19,341 Finish 10,300
Loss of 9041
Here’s what my GPS said:
Start 18,500 Finish 12,497
Gain of 517
Loss of 6841
Day 6 of the Hike, Day 12 of the trip, or what Kapanya called D-Day. He was pretty serious about it. And I’ll tell you why. In January 2006 a rock slide on the Western Breach killed 3 hikers. The route was closed but then opened again after a full investigation. Now climbers who choose this route are required to use helmets and sign a waiver. It’s difficult to find porters willing to go because of the risk of rock fall and of HAPE and HACE at Crater Camp.
Since the Western Breach route asks you to ascend about 3000 vertical feet in a day, it’s one of the hardest routes on the mountain not just for fitness but also for acclimatization. Here’s what Kapanya’s description said about it: “Hiking up the Western Breach wall to Crater Camp may be one of your most grueling days on the mountain. It is a 7-8 hour trek. It is steep all the way to the rim, and in some sections you will be forced to go 1-3 yards on all fours while negotiating the rocky parts.” I was excited about the climb, especially after lava tower. For some reason I love scrambling.
We got our wake-up call at around 4:20 am. We gathered in the mess tent and ate some Porridge, Sausage, and French Toast. Then we all went to make sure we had everything we needed: helmets, lights, water for the climb. We started climbing slowly up the rock path, re-tracing the steps of the acclimatization hike we had done the day before. It was very cold. It was very steep. It was very dark. Our group of 7 hikers and 5 guides stayed together for about the first 30 minutes, trekking over rock and icy slopes. Although Kapanya and the crew had ascended to cut steps the day before, there was still some cutting to do in the ice, and we waited several times as Nicksoni sunk his ice axe into the snow.
The steps we were taking felt big. In fact, at one point Kapanya yelled up and asked Nicksoni why he was cutting such big steps. “Because I’m tall,” Nicksoni replied. He always made me chuckle. I don’t know that smaller steps in the snow would have mattered, since the steps on the rock were not small either. I was taking big steps, and it occurred to me that all the squats and lunges with our trainer Ryan were paying off.
Soon I saw sunshine on the cliff face to our right. I thought immediately about my friend Amy. Do you have a friend like Amy? She checks on me every single day, no matter where she is. She runs with me. She meets me in the shoe department at Nordies. Sometimes we have coffee. Sometimes we have beer. She photocopies Miranda July stories for me. She texts me pictures of the “art” her cats create with Q-Tips on the bathroom floor. In short, everyone should have a friend like Amy.
Amy had hiked to the top of South Mountain with me several times in preparation for the Inca Trail in Peru, and she did the same thing when I started training for Kili. She knew how nervous I was. One day about 2 months before the Africa trip we stood at the top of South Mountain and she said to me, “Imagine what an amazing view you’ll have on Kilimanjaro.” And I thought about that, because somehow in my frenzy to get ready I had not thought about that before.
So here on Day 6 of the hike, on the Western Breach, scrambling up, eyes towards the rock, I suddenly saw sun on the cliff face to our right. I turned around to see what kind of view I really had on Kilimanjaro. I thought of Amy, and my heart soared. Not only could I see the new light on the copper rock and white snow, and on frozen waterfalls and glaciers, but I could also see the shadow of the mountain on the clouds below us. I never imagined such a beautiful sight. I started crying a little bit, which is inconvenient when it’s cold. But I truly felt like the luckiest girl in the world.
After taking a few pictures and downing some water, John, Nicksoni, and I were ready to roll. By this point we could not see the other members of our party. We had no intention of getting so far ahead of everyone. But we felt so good we did not want to stop. I loved this climb so much: the view, the physical challenge, the partnership with John and Nicksoni. I couldn’t stop smiling the whole way up.
Soon the sun was out completely and we continued up the Western Breach. Long before I thought we were near the top, Nicksoni told me we were almost there. We cleared some large rocks and saw some porters sitting on the edge of the crater. They clapped for us, then started dancing, then singing some songs. I glanced at my watch. We had completed the Breach in 5 hours.
We took a bajillion pictures and lots of video, and Nicksoni asked if we wanted to see the Furtwangler glacier. Part of our desire to climb Kili was to be able to see the “Snows” of Kilimanjaro, including the glacier, before it disappears. Some experts believe it will be gone in 3 years. We walked to its base as Nicksoni told us about the shrinking of the glacier that he has witnessed in the years he had been climbing.
After walking around the glacier we went back to camp and Stanley brought us some ginger tea and Peanut M&M’s. John and I unpacked, relaxed, and waited for the rest of the group. We watched as the porters cleared the rim and made their way towards camp. One of my favorite porters was a young Maasai man who was always singing and hooting. I asked Nicksoni what the hooting meant and he said “It means he is happy.” I could understand his feelings. John and I were anxious to see the rest of our hikers, and when we saw them crest the rim, we hurried to greet them.
Lunch was al fresco, and therefore a bit cold. We ate some soup, some fruit & veg, and then we hiked to the Ash Pit. The trail was covered in snow about 2 feet deep. It was really windy. John and Kapanya hiked all the way in to the pit and looked at the steaming rock while the rest of us turned around at the rim and headed down to camp.
Dinner was buttered macaroni and vegetables, a yummy treat. Then we got into our sleeping bags for what would be a very cold night. We were all anticipating the summit the next morning. It would start with a short 1 hour climb, then a long descent into Millennium Camp. I turned on my iPod shuffle and started the podcasts that I hoped would lull me to sleep. I didn’t expect to get much.
We left camp before sunrise.
When the sun did rise we could see the shadow of Kibo on the mountains below.
Here’s a view of the clouds below as the sun started to set.
John and Trish and the crooked helmet.
My buddy Nicksoni ready to go.
When the sun started to rise we could see the light on the cliffs.
Can you believe this view?
Trish and John going up up up.
Taking a short breather.
Nicksoni cutting steps.
Our first view of Furtwangler Glacier.
Trish and John enjoying the views.
Trish and Nicksoni.
Here’s our camp for the night.
John goes to greet Kapanya and the other climbers.
Enjoying some sunshine and fresh (thin) air in crater camp.
Stanley brings us some OJ.
John hikes to see more of the glacier.
A view of Mt. Meru from Crater Camp.
Starting the trail to the ash pit.
Bright colors in the snow.
Glacier covered with snow.
I thought I was on the moon.
We gathered for sunset pics.
Here’s a video of us at the top of the Western Breach, right when we arrive. We’re pretty excited. Nicksoni, who loves hip hop, apparently called me a “Fly Girl” because I flew right up the mountain. That’s why we’re singing it. Oh boy.
And one more bit of video at the top. You can hear Nicksoni yelling at John for getting too close to the edge of the cliff.
Here is what the information told us:
Day 6 of the Hike
Arrow Glacier to Crater Camp
7 to 9 Hours
Start 16,103 Finish 18,500
Gain of 2397
Here is what my GPS said:
Start 16,033 Finish 18,826
Gain of 2908
Do you mind if I put a lot of pics in this post? Because the day’s hike was super short and steep and I think for that reason I stopped a lot to take pics. The views were so beautiful and the angles were stunning, too, since we were so often perched on sheer cliffs.
Anyhow, there aren’t many stories to tell, except that we had French Toast for breakfast, and we got to camp and unpacked, and then we hiked 1/4th of the way up the Western Breach to get acclimatized and to see where we would be the next day, or “D-Day” as Kapanya called it. And Manase made empanadas! You remember how much I love empanadas, right?! So here goes. Click on an image to start the Gallery.
Here are our porters hiking out of camp.
Hiking out with Lava Tower in the background.
Heading towards Arrow Glacier with a great view of the Western Breach.
Trish with the Mountain.
Porters on the trail with cliffs in background.
It’s cold up there.
Cindy and her tent.
Arriving to Arrow Glacier Camp.
Acclimatization hike up the first quarter of the Western Breach.
John and Trish at our turn around on the acclimatization hike 16,500 feet.
Here’s a view of the clouds below as the sun started to set.
Stanley and Vincent serving us dinner in the mess tent.
Manase made emapanadas!! OMG!!
I also took some video at this camp so you can get a feel for it. Here’s our cook Manase talking with Larry and Cindy, and then a view of camp, and then Stanley at the end. Remember I told you that Stanley always spoke to me in falsetto? It was super cute. Oh, and one fun fact. Manase and Stanley are brothers!
Here are the specs we started with:
Day 5 of the Hike
Lava Tower to Arrow Gacier Camp
1 to 2 Hours
Start 15,092 Finish 16,103
Gain of 1011
Here’s what my GPS said:
Start 15,205 Finish 15,924
Gain of 702
All in all, it was an easy day, another indication that our whole trek was well staged, because we knew the next day would be tough. We ate a light dinner and went to bed early, anticipating our 4:00 am wake-up call.
The hike from Moir Camp to Lava Tower Camp was an easy 3 miles from the moorland zone to the alpine zone. Rich woke with a severe nose bleed–a problem he has experienced before at home. But it’s a problem that’s decidedly inconvenient at 14,000 feet, and for a while he was very worried that this could end his summit attempt. The rest of us had breakfast and then finished packing. Then we started walking out of the narrow valley, leaving our lovely private campsite behind. Rich and Lisa lingered as they waited for the bleeding to subside.
We walked just about a mile before the trail met up with the “Freeway” and we saw the big groups again, including the smokers. Once past the big group, we could spread out and enjoy the view. As we neared Lava Tower I started getting pretty excited, because I can’t tell you how badly I wanted to climb that thing! I could see a man on the top. Let me at it! I thought. Soon we were unpacking in Lava Tower Camp, and I couldn’t wait to climb.
Finally Kapanya said it was time to go to the top of Lava Tower. Hooray! Rich and Lisa stayed behind to nurse Rich’s nose bleed. The rest of us made our way to the base of the tower. The climb up Lava Tower is mostly a Class 2/Class 3 scramble on very solid volcanic rock. There were plenty of good hand-holds. Since I’m short, I got stretched out a little bit at times.
But we all enjoyed getting to the top, where we had spectacular views.
We were able to scream loud enough for everyone to hear us, and we could see them waving.
We had a camp to ourselves again and I really enjoyed talking to the porters and guides as they relaxed after unpacking. I decided to take some video too so you can get a sense of the camp. Here goes.
It’s interesting to hear that I’m breathing a little heavy already in this video. I forgot to mention that Larry brought a pulse/ox meter for the climb. So one of our habits in camp was to pass the thing around and make sure everyone was feeling okay. Today in camp, at 15,211 feet, my oxygen was 91 (about 7 points lower than normal) and my heart rate was 72 (about 20 beats higher than normal). From what I had read about clilmbing the mountain, these numbers were going to trade places as we climbed: our oxygen would dip as our heart rate soared. I was not looking forward to that, but I felt good that I was in okay shape so far.
So what about the run-down for the day’s trek? Here is what our information said:
Day 4 of the Hike
Moir Camp to Lava Tower Camp
4 to 5 Hours
Start 13,780 to 15,092
Gain of 1312
And here’s what my GPS showed:
Start 13,662 to 15,211
Gain of 1552
When I planned the trip to Africa I had every intention of blogging along the way. But that didn’t work, mainly because I didn’t feel like it. I found that I preferred to be present rather than reflective all the time. So I took pictures and notes and decided to let the writing come naturally, later.
This morning I sat down to write a post about Day 3 of the Kilimanjaro hike. I asked John what he thought I should highlight about the day and he said, “I don’t even remember it.” I understand where he’s coming from. We crammed so much vacation into 23 days it’s hard to even remember the summit, much less the small steps to get there.
But I wanted to write about the day in more detail so I looked at my pictures and I re-read my notes. They made me laugh hard. I think they make great sub-headings so here goes.
We woke in Shira1 camp to delightful weather and I decided to enjoy it since I figured it would be our last morning of above freezing temps. My thermometer said 60 degrees so I pulled out a short-sleeve shirt to start the day. Not bad at over 11,000 feet.
Stanley pretended to be a girl.
So, by now you know that every morning Stanley came to the tent with hot coffee. Day 3 of the hike John and I were shuffling our gear when we heard, “Good morning! Coffee!” in such a convincing falsetto that we thought it was a girl. “Is that Neema?” I asked. Stanley laughed and laughed! He was so tickled that he continued to talk to me only in falsetto the rest of the hike!
Took Diamox 125.
I had a little bit of a headache, and looking back I’m glad I did. It wasn’t a pounder. Just a touch of pressure behind my eyes to let me know I was not at sea level. I had worried that a yes or no Diamox decision would be hard for me to make. But as soon as I felt that headache, I was pro Diamox. I popped my first 125 and I think it made a real positive impact on my reaction to the altitude for the rest of the hike.
French toast porridge granola fruit coffee.
Nom nom noms! Kapanya promised all of us we would lose 12 pounds total on the 8 day climb. But at each meal I showed him that my pants were getting tighter. When would I lose my appetite as promised?
Lazy 5 mile walk to Scott Fischer camp.
Kapanya had a plan and I liked it. Instead of hiking to Shira 2 camp with the massive and cigarette-smoking 5-Day Coca-Cola route herds, our group would take a left turn and hike up to Moir camp for some peace and quiet. We strolled an easy 4 miles through moorland where we saw the lobelias and groundels we had been promised.
Then we veered left towards Fischer camp where we stopped for a delicious lunch of tomato soup, pasta, chicken, and of course fruit & veg, cheese, cashews and yogurt. This pic is of Cindy’s separate, gluten-free lunch, which I kind of coveted.
John gave geology lessons.
After lunch we had a nice 1 mile stroll to the campsite. Along the way John answered lots of questions about the origin of the rock formations.
Once at camp, we did our third unpacking out of 7 (we were really getting this down to a science) then we started our acclimatization hike up the lava flow to 14,100. That became my new highest elevation (and that night, 13,663 would become my new highest sleeping elevation).
After a rest and some tea, which involved shameless stuffing-the-mouth with delicious hot popcorn, Kapanya gathered the group for another photo. After many clicks of the camera, the porters broke into song and we all danced to the beautiful voices of Manase and the rest of the crew.
Larry shared whiskey with cooks.
After the spontaneous dance, Larry must have been in a great mood because he wandered into the cook tent where we saw him passing around his flask of whiskey. Now that’s how to make friends on the mountain!
Carrot soup beef rice chipati banana fritter.
This dinner was delish.
OMG the stars!!!!
We walked out of the mess tent and into the cold night. To see stars, you don’t even need to look up. It’s like the air is saturated with them.
Silk and ultra.
I was cold and afraid of getting colder. I slept with two layers this night, my silk underwear and my ultra-weights.
Yo-Yo Ma thinks about Julia Child dropping roast chicken.
Once again, I was a little too anxious to get to sleep all by myself. So I turned on some Terry Gross and listened to a fascinating interview with Jonah Lehrer about his book Imagine: How Creativity Works. Lehrer tells an anecdote about Yo-Yo Ma, that you should probably read first-hand here: Let’s just say it helped me get some good sleep, and made for a great chuckle when I reviewed my notes a few weeks later.
Here is what we had planned for:
Shira 1 to Shira 2 Camp
3 to 4 Hours
Start 11,844 Finish 13,780
Gain of 1936
Here’s what my GPS (ready to go now that we’re out of the forest!) reported. The great difference in distance came because we hiked to the quiet camp. And I’m so glad we did.:
Shira 1 to Moir Camp
Start 11,466 Finish 13,663
Gain of 2207
Check out the satellite view here and you can see us moving from the Moorland to the High Desert.
I forgot to tell you what it was like arriving to Forest Camp on our first day of hiking. Somehow I was alone. I’m not sure how that happened. With 6 other hikers and 71 supporters of our party (not to mention all the other groups on the mountain) it was rare to be out of earshot of any other being. But I was alone, and loving it. Every glance afforded me the vision of a plant I had never seen before, or a view into the sloping distance with the light falling into the trees. This is my idea of heaven: enjoying what is wild without any responsibility to record or share it.
As I attacked the tall steps of the steep trail, laid out in a tangle of intersecting tree roots that I always think of as “Nature’s Staircase,” I wondered how far until camp. I looked up the trail but could not see a ridge through the trees. My GPS wasn’t working due to the dense forest, and I couldn’t tell how far I had to walk.
That’s when I heard the sound. What was that buzzing? At first I thought it was an insect or an animal. It grew to a murmur. As I continued climbing the steep root-steps of the trail, the noise grew louder. Soon, as in a concert hall, I started isolating some of the different elements of it. There, I could here clanging of pots. There, I could here the thwap of fabric as tents were unrolled and straightened. There, the lilting voices exchanging Kiswahili phrases. It was camp up ahead. I couldn’t tell how far, but I could hear it.
When I crested the ridge, each sound became an image. The camp was narrow and long, perched on a ridge bordered by tall trees. It was a tidy society, working in time without me, but waiting for me to get there. There were so many groups I couldn’t find mine. So I wandered for a while. I met a young newlywed couple from Napa who were playing cards at a small table. Porters from other groups high-fived me and said, “good job.” Finally I saw Kepha, our cameraman, and he pointed me towards the very last campsite, which is where we made our home.
Waking in Forest Camp on Day 2 of our hike had some similarities to approaching it from the trail. The music of camp started slowly, like an orchestra warming up. I could hear our cooks clanging pots as they put on water for coffee. I heard the porters in their tent slowly rising from their sleeping bags. I looked over at John, “How’d you sleep?” and then we were blinking and yawning with the rest of camp. I did not sleep well. I didn’t have my camp legs yet. That’s when Stanley came to our tent with coffee and a huge smile. It was our sign that we had 2 hours to eat, pack, and hit the trail again. Our breakfast of oatmeal, eggs, fruit, and toast tasted really wonderful, and I was wondering when I was going to lose my appetite from the altitude, as most reports promised I would do. For now, I was fine. And we started hiking through the forest.
When we started walking it was crowded. Not just with porters, but with 2 huge groups of over 25 hikers each. It was such a contrast to my solitary entry to camp the previous day that I got quite grumpy. I spent about 35 minutes staring at the feminine rump and stumpy legs of a short, middle-aged Frenchman. He and his buddy were having a heated exchange over office politics: I noticed that they looked only at each other and not at the landscape. I craved the solitude of the day before. Soon one of the massive groups took a break on the trail (cigarettes included) so we were able to shoot around them.
The trail broke out of the rainforest and into the heather zone, which also helped relieve some of my feelings of claustrophobia. As we continued to hike towards our lunch spot, I fell in line with our guide Nuru, who enjoyed teaching me several Swahili phrases. I was getting hungry and asked him how far until our lunch spot. “Oh, we’re 75% there,” he would say. Then in a few more steps, “Oh, 78% there.” Soon we broke over a ridge and saw our cook Manase, the other camp cooks, and our lunch table dressed smartly among the bushes. We sat down and enjoyed a beautiful meal of fruit & veg, soup, boiled eggs, cheese, tea, coffee, and toasted cashews.
As we climbed away from our lunch, we were surprised to maneuver around one of the two massive groups who were traveling with cut-rate outfitters. They littered the rocks with their gear and their bodies, and with their tiny Tupperware containers full of dry cheese sandwiches. As we tried to pass, we had to dodge as they traded paltry contents from their lunches back and forth like grade schoolers. Our group wondered out loud why these trekkers were having their lunch on the trail instead of on the ridge, and we came to the conclusion that their guides probably didn’t want them to see our luxurious table, chairs, and meal.
We continued climbing up. It was a little steep and I got a little warm. I shed as many layers as I could. Now I was hiking with Nicksoni, another of our 4 guides (we laughed later that all 4 guides’ names started in N: Nuru, Neema, Nicksoni, and Nile). Nicksoni told me he really wanted to go to America and when I asked him where he said “California” because he’s a Laker’s fan. He talked to me about his two sons, Chris and Rich, and his wife. I asked how they met and he said they were neighbors. Nicksoni wanted to know what kind of music I liked, and we exchanged names of favorite bands. And we continued marching up, up, up. He taught me to say it in Swahili: juu, juu, juu. We were going to use that a lot.
The views were spectacular. Nicksoni laughed at my manic self. What is it about a panoramic view that makes me feel so happy? But we hadn’t yet had the best one. We had yet to see the peak of Kilimanjaro, had started to doubt it even existed. Nicksoni told me we were getting close to a ridge where the Shira Plateau would open up before us. We started to see porters pulled off to the sides on their cell phones. We saw Nuru on his phone, talking with his pregnant wife. “Do you need to call home?” I asked Nicksoni. He smiled and shook his head no.
Then, with very little warning, we turned the corner and saw Kibo. Really!!!!???? Just like that! I had seen so many pictures and had longed to see even a glimpse of that gleaming snowy peak. And here it was! Day 2! And now we would spend the rest of the hike knowing just where we were headed.
Massive photography spurts ensued. It lacked grace. Pictures of clients & guides. Pictures of couples. Pictures of the whole group. Friends. Individuals. Pictures with the Nikon, the iPhone, the Canon, the Sony. Pictures with Kapanya, Nuru, Neema, Nicksoni. I got a spot of cell service and texted a picture to Twitter and Facebook. We were giddy. We were silly. And we had a long way to go.
Before leaving the states I had seen a picture of hikers in the heather, with Kibo in the background. I just wanted that shot. So as we walked on to our camp for the night I took about 100 pictures trying to capture that look. I had to force myself to put the camera down and look around and breathe.
As we got closer we could see Shira 1 Camp. This would be our most crowded camp of the 7. The 2 massive groups were set up with their triple-bowed mess tents. The Napa couple were playing hackey-sack with their guides. We signed the ledger and headed to unpack for the second time of the trek. We pulled our chairs out of the mess tent and sat for a while contemplating Kibo. We took more pictures than seems humanly possible.
Kapanya took pictures too, pleased with the clear weather we were lucky to enjoy. He said it was because we all brought the umbrellas he had required (and that we had balked at).
I was feeling worried about the rest of the trek. The summit looked so far away, and so high up. I said this out loud: “Kapanya, Kibo is so far away.” He smiled and shook his head and said to me, “But Trish, you came from America.” Kapanya, infinitely wise.
In planning for the trip, I had imagined Day 2 as being one of the easier days of the trek since it remained well under my lifetime elevation cap of 14k feet. I guess many of my anxieties about the trip came from wondering how I would handle elevation above both of my high points (highest point achieved 14k and highest sleeping point 11k, both on the Inca Trail in Peru). I figured that in Africa I’d be fine until I got above those points, and Day 2 topped out at only 11,844. But Day 2 ended up being one of my harder days on the trail due to the crowds. I don’t like hiking with my face in someone else’s backpack. I think the hard night’s sleep was a problem too. Also, I think I was nervous before we saw Kibo, and then perhaps more nervous after.
Here’s what we thought the hike would be:
Day 2 of the Hike
Forest Camp to Shira Camp 1
6 to 8 Hours
Start 9340 Finish 11,844
Gain of 2504
And John’s Garmin captured this. Look at the “satellite” view for full topographic detail:
Start 9124 Finish 11,611
Gain of 2732
We had a wonderful dinner of fruit & veg, tomato soup, and beef stew. Then we curled up in our sleeping bags. I decided to pull out my iPod and let Terry Gross talk me to sleep. The Fresh Air helped, and I was soon snoozing away.
Even after our very busy day, we still needed to get back to the lodge to make our final packing preparations. I was so worried about getting all the right gear in the right bags. We would be leaving safari gear at the DikDik, so we needed to pack all our trek gear into one duffle and a daypack. We scrambled to pack, then had one more dinner at the beautiful DikDik dining room.
I did not sleep well. I was so nervous about what the trip on the mountain would be like. We didn’t need an alarm to tell us it was time to go get breakfast and prepare for the drive to the trailhead. We gathered in front of the hotel, and the manager Welly saw how anxious I was. I asked her if she had ever climbed and she said she had tried but had to turn back due to altitude sickness: exactly my fear. But Welly hugged me and told me she knew I could do it. She said she would pray for me that I would make it to the top and back down safely and she said she’d be waiting for me upon my return. Her kind words and warm embrace made me feel more confident and gave me extra motivation.
We waited for quite a while because one of our two trucks went to the airport thinking we were there.
Finally the second truck arrived and we hit the road. We took some pictures of the landscape and people along the way. We also stopped at a small shop, which gave Kapanya the opportunity to tell Cindy, “I left my wallet here.” Cindy was so surprised that Kapanya’s wallet might still be there at the shop, until she learned that Kapanya was using what would become our favorite euphemism of the trip. From here on out, whenever anyone needed a bathroom break they would say, “I need to look for my wallet.”
Back on the road, we saw farms, shops, and lots of Maasai walking their long distances between villages. This would become a familiar site.
Soon we arrived at Londorosi Gate, and it started to feel like we were really going to hike this mountain. We saw lots of other trekkers with their tour guides. Our 7 hikers signed in to the ledger, and we were also asked to sign liability waivers stating that we understood that the route we had chosen, the Western Breach, was the most dangerous route and that it required climbing helmets.
This is also where Kapanya and the head guides arranged to have all of the gear weighed. Each porter is limited to 40 lbs of gear. We watched as the porters put each of our duffles on the scale and added additional items to bring each package up to the 40 lb limit. While our personal bundles were well under weight, the authorities required Kapanya to hire 12 extra porters for all of the extra camp equipment. But many of the porters refused to join our group once they heard we would be hiking the Western Breach route and sleeping in Crater Camp. Kapanya explained that after several deaths on the Western Breach trail many porters are afraid to do the route. Lacking the required porters, Kapanya had to scramble for a solution, and ended up ordering more porters from a nearby town who would meet us with gear at the second camp on the trail. Although I was itching to get on the trail, it was interesting to see how this process worked.
From the Gate, we took a fun 4×4 ride to the trailhead. On a Kilimanjaro climb we knew we would experience 5 climate zones, and this is when we went from the Lower Slopes with their potato farms and coffee plantations to the Rain Forest with its tropical plants and promise of monkeys. We took the road as far as we could go, then watched the porters unload our gear and start up the mountain.
While the porters started walking, we were treated to our first meal prepared by master chef Manase Obedi. I can’t say enough about this man’s talent. Not only did he make every meal amazing, he also specially learned how to cook for a member of our group who is gluten intolerant. Each lunch started with Fruit & Veg. You can imagine how happy this made me.
Finally we started walking. I was very interested to know how our GPS information would compare to the notes we had gathered on the trek, and also how we would do with the estimated times. The information we had gathered about what our first hike should be told us:
Day 1 of Hike Londorosi Gate to Forest Camp
Start 7382 Finish 9340
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According to John’s GPS, we did this:
Start 7655 Finish 9139
It was a beautiful and easy walk through rainforest, and we were very lucky to avoid rain. There were some steep and slick sections, and lots of tree roots. It was so much fun! It reminded me of climbing Mt. Humphrey’s back home.
Cindy, Paul and I were also very lucky to see an entire family of Colobus Monkeys. Thanks to Cindy’s quick work helping me change to my long lens, I was able to capture this picture, which might be my absolute favorite from the trip. I snapped the photo just as a male monkey started climbing up the tree, and a female with a baby screeched at me to go away. We stood watching the family for a very long time. What a treat!
We got to Forest Camp just before dark, and unpacked for the first time into our tents. I liked that we had front and back doors on these tents, and I learned that it makes a happy home to use the separate entrances. We had 7 nights of camping on this mountain. John and I soon got into a great routine of packing and unpacking that allowed us to manage the limited space.
In the mess tent that night, we had our fruit & veg, soup, tea, delicious chicken and rice. Kapanya promised we would lose 10-12 pounds each on this trek, but I didn’t see how that would be possible with all the food that kept coming. And our Camp Leader Stanley Obedi, (older brother to our Camp Cook Manase Obedi) was well trained at saying “eat, eat, eat” and “drink, drink drink.”
By design, Kapanya wants to keep his clients well fed and hydrated because he knows it is the best indicator for a successful summit and avoiding altitude sickness. We would soon become very accustomed to the urging to consume as much as we could. When I asked Kapanya to eat more he said to me, “Trish, I have been eating since before you were born.” We all laughed and found another reason to trust our beloved guide.
At this time next week we will be arriving in Amsterdam, and then 2 days after that we’ll be arriving in Arusha, Tanzania. Our fearless guide Kapanya Kitaba has sent us several emails asking us when we are going to stop exercising. He says we need to conserve our energy for the hike. But we have had this Humphrey’s summit planned for some time as a celebration of John’s 45th birthday, so John, Cindy, Larry and I all went up and climbed the highest peak in Arizona. Sorry Kapanya! From now on you are the boss.
Cindy and Larry rented a house out on Hidden Hollow Road, in between downtown Flagstaff and the trailhead, and we all had a lovely evening there Friday night. At around 7:15 Saturday our dogsitter Jean-Paul came to the door. He’s the boyfriend of a former student of mine who is now attending graduate school at Northern Arizona. This brave man stayed with our 5 dogs for almost 8 hours while we drove to the mountain, hiked up & down, then drove home. Jean-Paul gets the true award for stamina today.
The Humphrey’s hike starts at 9,221 and covers just over 10 miles with 5573 elevation gain and 5576 loss. The Humphrey’s summit is 12,633, which is only about 7000 feet lower then the Kilimanjaro summit. But since John and I came from Phoenix, which is about 1300 feet, our total elevation change in less than 12 hours was over 13,000 feet. I’m glad we won’t have to do that again! We’ll have a lot more time to acclimatize while we’re in Africa.
The hike to the saddle was a steep but beautifully wooded walk in the woods. Once we hit the saddle we had some lunch. What a beautiful spot for a picnic.
As soon as we started the 1 mile ascent to the summit, though, we were greeted with brutal winds. The trail was also very crowded, which made for lots of stopping to let people navigate up and down the trail.
After a few false summits, we made it to the top. It was pretty crowded up there but we managed to get some shots of the great views.
So now all that’s left to do is descend! The descent was even windier and more crowded.
After about 7 hours on the mountain we were back to the trailhead. What a wonderful hike with great friends. Hard to believe we’ll start our Kilimanjaro trek in less than 2 weeks.

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The Nomadic Way of Travel
Camel-back riding is a traditional means of traveling far distances in the desert. Though in today’s times, it may be more practical to travel by 4×4 vehicle, camel riding can be a fun activity for the cultural enthusiast. It’s also a great photo opportunity!
Camel riding is a natural part of nearly every tour. Though camels are used more often to assist in trekking by carrying provisions to remote attractions, travelers can take a break from walking in the sand by hopping on one.


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Bearvill's European Tour
So my first European tour is over, Prague away will go down as my favourite away adventure to date, it has left me yearning for more......so to the trip !!
We started off on the Wednesday to be greeted at Birmingham Airport by a plethora of travelling Villans in the wetherspoons drinkin' ales and eating breakfast, the barmaid said they had been serving beer to us thirsty Villans since 4am !!! they had decorated the bar with Claret and Blue balloons which was a nice touch. The flight was the usual Ryanair flight.....cheap and uncomfortable, especially the landing/thump down....eek,!!! we were greeted at Prague airport by the customary dodgy Scouser selling half Villa half Slavia scarfs, they were good quality so we all got one, 200 crowns which is £7. we found the hotel with ease and then headed off for some beers, the bar we found had beer taps in the tables and was 66crowns per litre !!! a fine place to start. After plenty of refreshments we headed into the Old Square hoping to find some fellow Villans but unfortunately there weren`t any around so we found a nice backstreet pub with super cheap beer, the key to the cheap beer is to look where the Czechs were drinking, after we left that bar we started hearing murmurs from pubs "Villa till I die", "Yiippee I aye"......we followed some of these murmurs into an Irish bar where we were greeted by a rowdy rabble of Villa who were heading to another pub they had heard we had taken over !!! and how right they were.....we chanted the night away, the Carlos Cuellar chant was going for at least 40 minutes at one stage, and some of the 'Paul McGrath` verses had changed to 'Tittie Bar my lord" and `Istanbul my lord". we got back to the hotel quite early in preparation to what would be one of the finest days of my life.
So we awoke early and had some breakfast, I had brought my lucky Villa mug with me so it was all down to me that we won !!! it was now time to write out the flag. What should have been a simple thing took about an hour and all we wrote was AVFC BEARWOOD. We then proceeded to do something cultural in full Villa kits with the scarves and the flag we decided we should siege the castle, we headed over the charles bridge and up the hill and at various points stopping to get pictures with the flag out, including a marvellous photo with the Prague skyline in the background, all the while we were very warmly welcomed by the Prague public, who were happy to talk to us and take photos. After our siege of the castle we headed back to the town to have some Goulash, which was a fine meal that set us up for the rest of the day. The pubs around the old square were starting to fill up with Villa but we wanted to try and find a backstreet pub to sample the Czech life properly and we most certainly found the place.... None of the staff spoke English and it was full of Czechs, lots of them Slavia fans, the beer was 25crowns or 80p a half litre and we were very much welcomed, we even got some old Slavia fans to hold up the flag for us and they wished us luck for the game. Time to find a pub full of Villa fans before the game, we headed to the three lions pub, amazing that we English go abroad and always drink in the English and Irish boozers !!! mental !!!. The pub was as rowdy as you would expect, flags everywhere and loads of like minded individuals, our Bearwood flag meant that those from the area congregated with us and before we knew it we had a right rabble of us to travel to the game with. Just before we left the pub a young Irish fella walked in and shouted "anybody want any flares !!!!".....Well we thought it would be rude not too. I have seen that some people were not a fan of the flares but they are great as long as you don`t be a twat with them and throw them !!!!! they certainly livened up the atmosphere a bit. We entered the tram and even on there the atmosphere was quality, loads of chanting with the Slavia fans...The tram was literally shaking under our feet. Approaching the ground all we could here were Villa songs, there was a bar in the ground and all the Villa were on the tables letting off flares, singing and generally having a whale of a time, the Police, who were brilliant stayed over the road just making sure nothing got out of hand, if was all extremely friendly, swapping scarfs with the Slavia fans, taking pictures together and generally the atmosphere was electric, The Slavia fans will almost certainly of had a good impression of us..
Onto the game, well we won and I wasn`t expecting that, the atmosphere for the first 87 minutes was amazing, the Slavia fans are quality and kept behind their team all game. Also Slavia had clearly kept the section by the away fans free for Villa fans walking to the ground as this section was FULL of Villa, there was 3000 in the ground I have no doubt about it, there was double the allocation we had in there....Unfortunately towards the end of the game there was some trouble in the Villa end, it was outside the actual allocation as we were caged in, loads of twats decided to try and make the situation worse by running to the cage and banging on it and throwing Flares and fireworks into their own fans....This was the only downside of what was a marvellous game to have attended, and another hilarious moment was a load of kids drinking/downing the Non-alcoholic beer in the ground thinking it was real and trying to act like the big men !!!!!!!. Even after the game the Slavia fans were quality, on the tram back we were chatting to loads of them and they advised us not to stamp our travel ticket as no one would be checking the trams after the football, we also got the flag out again and got a photo. We left the tram but we had gotten off at the wrong stop!!!! "Shit" we thought "we are lost".....and then out of nowhere a pick up truck with 2 Villa fans in the back pulled up , 'get in lads` so there we are travelling on the back of a pick up truck singing songs and being driven to the centre !! it was one hell of a surreal moment to say the least !!! Now it was time for the Titty bars haha !!! we drank until about 5 in the morning as whilst at the game we had sobered up a bit so it was like starting all over again after the game...............I sharnt go into the night after but needless to say it was a quality quality night and day !!! one of the best of my Life
Sorry for the length of this, didn`t realise it would be so long. We will definitely be travelling to another of our away games, however it will be difficult to top Prague
UP THE VILLA AND A SPECIAL MENTION TO THE AMAZING SLAVIA FANS WHO REALLY MADE US WELCOME !!!


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Some thoughts today about heroes....
Heroes are people who rise to the occasion and slip quietly away.
Edward F. Croker
I have no ambition in this world but one, and that is to be a fireman. The position may, in the eyes of some, appear to be a lowly one; but we who know the work which the fireman has to do believe that his is a noble calling. Our proudest moment is to save lives.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
And each man stands with his face in the light of his own drawn sword. Ready to do what a hero can.

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The court and city register, for the year 1752 [electronic resource] : containing, I. New and correct lists of both Houses of Parliament. II. The court register. III. Lists of the Army and Navy.
- London : Printed for and sold by J. Barnes ... [and 12 others],
1 online resource.
- The 15th ed., with many improvements, and the addition of some lists never before printed in any book of this kind; all which are carefully corr. at the proper offices to the present time.
- Making of the Modern World
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As on 20 September 2020 You can get the personal loan in the Bardhaman by going to mymoneykarma.
Bardhaman is a city in the Indian state of West Bengal. It is also known by its anglicized name Burdwan. It functions as the headquarters of the Purba Bardhaman district. Bardhaman used to be the district capital during the British era. The city experiences a hot and humid climate and hosts around 4 lakh residents. It is connected to the neighboring cities of Kolkata on one side and Durgapur on the other via the Durgapur Express Highway (NH2). There are quite a few places worth visiting in and around the city. The Shrine of Sarvamangala is believed to be a holy spot that is built upon Goddess Satis umbilicus. The Curzon Gate was built when Lord Curzon had visited the city for the first time. The Shiva Temple At Nawab Hat has 108 temples dedicated to the great Lord. Bengal being a major educational hub in the country has many prestigious educational institutions in each city. The University of Burdwan is one of the most prestigious universities in the state. Burdwan Medical College, Burdwan Raj College and Vivekananda Mahavidyalaya, Burdwan are of great repute. Many residents of Burdwan travel to the nearby cities for work. A good number of the population is employed in various government offices within the city. Agriculture is another major contributor to the citys economy as Bardhaman is known for its rich and fertile soil.
As on 20 September 2020 You can get the personal loan from shamrao Vithal Co-op Bank in the Bardhaman by going to mymoneykarma.
The SVC Cooperative Bank Limited is a banking company incorporated and one of the oldest Urban Co-operative Bank in India built in 1906. It was established with the primary aim of helping the less fortunate members of the community under the ambit of its economic enterprises. It was also to encourage savings and to create funds for providing financial aid to deserving members.Mr. Rao Bahadur Shripad Subbarao Talmaki was the chief architect of theShamrao Vithal Co-op. Bank Ltd. Bank. The Bank was initially registered as a Co-operative Credit Society on 27 December 1906. In 1907, cumulative deposit scheme, fixed deposit scheme and saving bank deposit were introduced by the bank. The bank in opened first Co-operative store in 1910. In 1915, the first Co-operative housing society was built in Bombay. In 1927, the Fidelity Guarantee Fund was launched simultaneously with Distress Relief Fund in 1931 and Staff Gratuity Fund in 1954. In 1964, Safe Deposit Vaults were introduced by the bank. In Fiscal 2016, the deposits of the bank crossed 13000 crores. In 2002, the corporate office was opened by the bank at SVC Tower in Vakola. In 2003, Genius I Core banking solution was implemented in all the branches of SVC bank.


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By Toni O’Keeffe
Every moment matters.
With every decision you make, you’re paving the path that all your memories will be built upon.
You’re choosing to move towards your dreams or away from them.
You’re choosing to heal or suffer.
You’re choosing to seize an opportunity or let it pass.
You’re choosing to speak your truth or fall silent.
You’re choosing kindness or cruelty.
You’re choose tolerance or judgement.
Your memories will last longer than the moments that created them.
Choose your moments wisely.


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Julee Lylou January 13, 2021 coloring cute crayon
Melted wax is dangerous for anyone, especially for children. Please be careful when trying any of the following crayon wax-melting art projects. Adult supervision is definitely a must for melted wax artists. Here’s how to do it:
Let the artist come out in your child. However, since you’re working with crayon wax-melting art, be sure to supervise closely to keep your child from injury. The artwork they create will spread colorful light across your room and into your heart.
Made of a mixture of charcoal and oil, records of what were probably the first crayons are found in Europe. Later, the oil was replaced with wax making sticks that were less messy and easier to handle.
In the oven: Set your oven to 250 degrees. Create new crayons by melting the old broken pieces. Break the pieces up into smaller pieces and sort the crayons with like colors. Place the crayon pieces into an old muffin tin. Put the tin into the oven and then turn the oven off. Watch the crayons so they don’t melt entirely. When the crayons have melted sufficiently, remove them from the oven and then place the tin into the freezer for half an hour. Take the tin out and then pop the new, larger crayons out.
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Your Favorite Mix by DJ K.Lass - Aout 2010 Episode
Tuesday, July 20, 2010 at 9:00:00 AM
Your Favorite Mix by DJ K.Lass - Aout 2010 Episode Tracklisting : 01.INTRO02.CLINTON SPARKS ft DJ CLASS & JERMAINE DUPRI your favorite DJ K.Lass03.TIESTO vs DIPLO c'mon vs LIL JON U don't like me K.LASS blends04.G-SPOT stanky leg vs ROCKWELL'S TOKYO breakdown K.LASS blends05.JASON DERULO watcha say DJ FLIPSIDE remix06.HYPER CRUSH ayo07.KATY PERRY ft SNOOP DOGG california gurls ARMAND VAN HELDEN remix08.HONOREBEL ft DJ CLASS hit the floor09.KANYE WEST ft DWELE power10.LIL WAYNE fT NICKI MINAJ knockout11.B.O.B. ft RIVERS CUOMO magic12.FINE YOUNG CANNIBALS good things vs BIRDMAN & LIL WAYNE I run this K.LASS blends13.WHAM wake me up14.TIMBALAND ft TYSON RITTER I'm in love with you15.MARK RONSON ft MNDR & Q-TIP bang bang bang16.KESHA ft MIMS hollywood fresh17.JAMIE FOXX ft JUSTIN TIMBERLAKE & T.I. winner remix18.GRAFH ft JIM JONES bout dat19.CALIFORNIA SWAG DISTRICT ft JARMAINE DUPRI teach me how to dougie remix20.JAE MILLZ ft CHRIS BROWN green gobblin21.TWISTA I do22.LLOYD fT MYSTIKAL set me free vs RAY CHARLES23.YOUNG MONEY roger that24.PURE bodytalk25.SIDNEY SAMSON ft LADY BEE & BIZZEY come on let's go26.KEVIN RUDOLF ft LIL WAYNE let it rock vs I made it OH SNAP k.lass blends27.BLACK EYED PEAS imma be WOLFGANG GARTNER mix28.VAMPIRE WEEKEND the kids don't stand a chance CHROMEO mix29.CARTE BLANCHE vs KID SISTER do do do
K.LASS is a french Open-Format DJ based in London where he has been consistently playing for the past 3 years.
His residencies in the UK include top West End clubs such as Drama, newly opened showclub Reign, world famous Cirque Le Soir. Additionally he has secured various gigs at Bonbonniere, Toyroom, Scandal and private members club Maddox throughout this period.
Besides being well established in the British capital, beat maker K.LASS is also sought after internationally. He plays monthly in Luxembourg along as having regular collaborations with L’Arc Paris, Jimmy’z Monte Carlo.
Delivering powerful Hip Hop and House sets which are always updated is the main reason he continues to successfully be in demand. From recent co signs by Skepta, Ty Dolla $ign to official after parties for Young Thug, Wiz Khalifa, Travis Scott.


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Australia’s vegetable industry has released its 2020 export strategy, pushing for a 40 per cent rise in vegetable exports by 2020.
The ‘Vegetable Industry Export Strategy 2020’, delivered by grower-owned body Horticulture Innovation Australia (Hort Innovation) alongside peak industry body for vegetable growers, Ausveg, has set a target of increasing the value of Australia’s vegetable exports to A$315m by 2020, with Ausveg aiming for exports to top A$400m by 2025.
“The Australian vegetable industry has a huge appetite for export growth and there is a lot of untapped potential there. Horticulture Innovation Australia is working with growers and Ausveg to do everything it can to drive this growth and develop a financially sustainable vegetable export sector,” John Lloyd, Hort Innovation CEO, said in a statement released 2 February.
The strategy outlines opportunities for Australian vegetable exports, including the growing middle and upper class consumers in Asia and the Middle East, and a demand for safe traceable foods, with Australian growers having the competitive advantage of producing quality, safe produce.
The major challenges in reaching these goals, the report said, is Australia’s lack of global price competitiveness, technical market access barriers and a lack of scale and continuity of supply.
“The Australian vegetable industry has invested significantly in export development to help growers successfully export fresh Australian vegetables. The development of these markets is critical to the long-term viability of the industry,” said Michael Coote, Ausveg export development manager.
“The strategy will ensure vegetable exports are treated as a long-term channel to market by delivering industry-specific export training programmes for growers, increasing the range of opportunities for growers to connect directly with overseas buyers and exploring product development and collaboration opportunities to determine the best products or business models for export success.”
Australia exported 209,871 tonnes of vegetables valued at A$227m in the 2015/16 financial year, according to data from the Global Trade Atlas and the Australian Bureau of Statistics, supplied to Fruitnet by Ausveg.
Carrots are Australia’s leading vegeable export, accounting for one-third of all vegetables exports, valued at A$81m in 2015/16.
Onion exports grew to A$28m, asparagus exports increased more than 25 per cent to A$25m, while broccoli/cauliflower exports increased to A$16m. Trade in celery has increased from A$2.6m to AUD$5.2m on the previous year.
“The largest market for Australian vegetable exports is Japan, which grew 13 per cent to be worth A$44m last year,” Coote told Fruitnet. “The key vegetable commodities exported to Japan include asparagus – up 19 per cent to A$19m, and onions – up 39 per cent to A$3.6m.”
Singapore is another major market for Australian vegetable exports, growing 30 per cent to A$43m off the back of increased shipments of carrots (up 20 per cent to A$11.5m), and broccoli/cauliflower (up 34 per cent to A$10m).
“The UAE has also grown 25 per cent to be a market worth A$36m, and New Zealand and Malaysia are also key export markets for fresh Australian vegetable produce,” Coote added.
“This growth in the export trade of fresh Australian vegetables is underpinned by the increasing demand in Asian and Middle Eastern markets due to growing affluence, a relatively stable and favourable exchange rate, and the export market development work being undertaken by Australian growers, Ausveg and [Hort Innovation] to promote Aussie produce overseas.”

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Alice: The Lost Chapter
Alice: The Lost Chapter is a dark and twisted dance theatre exploration into the psychological fabric of the classic, Alice in Wonderland.
Address:Blue Elephant Theatre
59a Bethwin Road
Post code:SE5 0XT
£8.00 (Southwark Residents)
Telephone:020 7701 0100
DescriptionDelving into the obscure mind of Lewis Carroll, this intricate and engaging dance, film and theatre performance takes the onlooker through the subconscious mind of Alice. Who lives within her imagination: fact or fiction? Meanwhile, The Queen reviles in Narcissism, The Hatter is engulfed with Madness shackled to Time, the White Rabbit’s anxiety is fuelling agitation and The Cheshire Cat’s distorted reality offers insight to those watching on the outside. Alice: The Lost Chapter is a dark and twisted dance theatre exploration into the psychological fabric of the classic, Alice in Wonderland.
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4K video recording on Sony Xperia Z2 impressed lots of users but the latest from LG, the G3, features the same function. Will the 13 MP on LG G3 match the 4K Video on Xperia Z2's 20.7 MP camera? Know which among the two records 4K video and compresses it better.
LG G3 vs. Sony Xperia Z2 on 4K Video
YouTube member Btekt matched up the 4K video recording capability on both LG G3 and Sony Xperia Z2 at the same time, side-by-side with complete preview of the colour reproduction, accuracy, auto-focus, macro, movement and exposure. Moreover, the recordings also included the live audio capture that determines they have been recorded at the same exact time.
Based on XperiaBlog's report, Btekt seemed to have favoured the digital stabilisation feature on the Sony Xperia Z2 20.7 MP Sony G lens camera than the Optical Image Stabilisation module on the 13 MP rear camera on LG G3 smartphone.
Here are the details on the rear camera of LG G3 and Sony Xperia Z2:
LG G3 13 MP Rear Camera
Sony Xperia Z2 20.7 MP Rear Camera
- Phase Detect/Laser Auto Focus
- Sony G lens
- Optical Image Stabilisation
- Digital Stabilisation
- Dual LED/dual tone flash
- Single LED flash
- 1/3" sensor size
- 1/2.3" Exmor RS
- HDR enabled
- HDR enabled
- BIONZ imaging sensor
LG G3 4K Video Recording
Based on the uploaded video, LG G3 seems capture videos brighter under general focus with highlighted colour reproduction. Additionally, the response between movement and exposure faired-well.
However, the rear camera may have some focus delays under close-up recording and users may need to touch the screen to refocus it. Focusing on an object to bring upfront and blurring the background shifts quickly from close-up and locks on the target faster than Xperia Z2.
LG G3 has an advantage when it comes to compressing 4K videos compared to Xperia Z2. Btekt commented that G3 recorded the video with only 500 MB in, size which is 400 MB smaller than Xperia Z2.
Sony Xperia Z2 4K Video Recording
4K video recording on Sony Xperia Z2 captures the same scenes on LG G3. In general, Xperia Z2 captures fair amount of brightness, colour reproduction and accuracy but may have little noticeable blur on distant objects for the meticulous eye.
Xperia Z2 excels on quick auto-focus from general focus to macro in which G3 requires touch focus in order to do so. However, Xperia Z2 may have some delays on refocusing a near object to become the foreground. It is also noticeable that Xperia Z2 blurs the background more compared to G3 when focusing an object upfront.
Overall, both smartphones can produce 4K videos with great detail and point of view remains subjective to each individual admiring which one has the best colour, brightness and stability.


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Meditation. Being mindful. No thoughts. It can sound confusing and baffling. Lots of books have been written on the subject and just as many meditation CD's.
Let's take a more simplistic definition and approach to meditation. It's really just a way to relax and get in touch with yourself and your inner world.
When you meditate, your close your eyes to this world and you turn your focus inward, on yourself. The 'no thought', please! We're just meditating. We're not dead. We are just becoming aware of our inner world.
That's when you now hold focus on your breath. What does it feel like, sound like? Pay attention to the inhale, the exhale and the space between. What's its natural rhythm? Your breath is what carries your Essence, your Spirit into this world.
How does it feel? Notice what thoughts are coming through your mind? Do any of those thoughts trigger you, cause you to want to react to the thought? All these thoughts are important to be aware of inside your mind. They are the gauge to your beliefs and when you're aware of them you see how they guide your life.
The more you practice meditation, the better you become at focusing on your breath.Thoughts will always flow through. Your job is to allow them freedom without reacting or responding to them. When you don't react or respond to thoughts, they do not exist in your world anymore.
And in time, they diminish and your authentic voice, subtle, but strong comes to you. Now you are releasing the thoughts that are prominent in your outer world. By being aware of them and changing them inside, your outer world reflects that change back to you.
You may start to feel a little detached from your thoughts. You become the observer, without judgement or comparison. They just are and you are now aware of the loving thoughts that come forth. Still, no judgement. Be aware of how the different thoughts can make you feel. Pay attention to how those thoughts are helping you create your days.
It gives you a place to focus so that you're in the experience of your choosing, rather than allowing your thoughts to choose how you are to feel. You choose how you feel. If thoughts come through that you don't want or like, just watch them dissipate as easily as they formed.
There are guided meditations, nature's sounds, music, of course and just about anything else you can imagine. Play with the different ones and see which one fits your needs the most. Or you can change it up each day to a new sound, new way of falling into yourself.
Or you can begin right here, right now. Allow yourself five minutes of witnessing your life - in breaths. Let go of the world for a set time daily to go within and meditate. You will begin to feel lighter, more joyful and you will stop reacting to life and start living life.
It's one of the best practices you can give yourself, your family and the world.
May this day serve you well. There is no other time.
Love and blessings, Dallas

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Actual Malice Standard
In the landmark case of The New York Times v. Sullivan, 376 U.S. 25 (1964), the Supreme Court developed the actual malice concept. An advertisement (equivalent to a story for the Court) appeared in the Times that contained false and defamatory information about a commissioner of the city of Montgomery, Alabama. The commissioner sued, but the Supreme Court, while acknowledging the falsity and defamatory nature of the story, ruled that if the press was to have freedom to write about public officials, it needed to be given a substantial amount of legal protection. A newspaper would only be culpable, the Court ruled, if it acted with actual malice, which the Court went on to define as ‘‘with knowledge that it [the story] was false or with reckless disregard of whether it was false or not.’’ In Sullivan this applied to suits brought by public figures; the argument was that these individuals had thrust themselves into the limelight and should expect more critical stories about themselves, and that, given their public position, they would have an easier opportunity to rebut allegations and set the record straight.
In later cases the Court extended the applicability of the Actual Malice Standard to public figures (in Sullivan it was limited to public officials), but it declined to extend it to public issues. Deciding who is a public figure, however, has proven to be no easy matter. It also has not proven straightforward to obtain the information necessary to determine whether a paper acted with actual malice in its reporting.
References and Further Reading
- O’Brien, David. Constitutional Law and Politics, 5th ed., vol. 2. New York: W.W. Norton and Company, 2003
- Sullivan, Kathleen, and Gerald Gunther. Constitutional Law, 15th ed. New York: Foundation Press, 2004
Cases and Statutes Cited
- The New York Times Company v. Sullivan, 376 U.S. 25 (1964)
See also Freedom of the Press: Modern Period (1917–Present); Herbert v. Lando, 441 U.S. 153 (1979); Public Figures; Public Officials

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I’ve written before in support of Pell grants—federal assistance for college tuition targeted at students from low-income families. Barriers to college entry and completion have gotten steeper in recent years, as family incomes have lagged far behind tuition increases. Think of Pell grants as a ladder to climb over those steeper barriers.
So the last thing you’d want to do is to cut rungs from that ladder. Yet that’s exactly what the House Republican budget, authored by Rep Paul Ryan, does. According to the White House, the budget changes “eligibility and funding under the Pell Grant formula so as to eliminate grants for 400,000 students and cut grants for more than 9 million others in 2013 alone.”
[Here’s a new chart from the Dept of Ed where they apportion those lost grants by state.]
And for what? So millionaires can get a tax cut of almost $400,000, if you include both the new Ryan and the extended Bush tax cuts.
A few weeks ago I promoted a model of the current political economy wherein income inequality does not simply divert growth from the poor and middle class. If inequality gets high enough, it supports (buys?) a politics that reinforces itself. What better way to do so than to block the educational mobility of the poor and use the proceeds to enhance the rich? If it wasn’t so freakin’ tragic, it’d be laughably simple.
There’s another—a more global—dimension to all this. According to this OECD analysis, the US has essentially ceased making progress in terms of college attainment. The figure is a touch gnarly, but the blue (?—I’m color blind!) boxes show the tertiary, or college-level, attainment of 55-64 year olds in 2009, so people born between the mid-40s and the 50s. The light blue (??) triangles show the college attainment of the current generation of 25-34 year olds, so people born in the mid-70s through the mid-80s. This enables you to evaluate the progress made over a generation in college attainment across countries (let’s pause for some props to the OECD—they kill on this stuff).
Not only are the US attain levels now behind those of 12 other countries, but we’ve made no progress in a generation.
Politicians love to jawbone about how important education is to our future competitiveness, and to their credit, the Obama administration—members of whom are very much moved by that OECD graph—presided over a significant improvement in Pell grants. But for many in the political class, it’s just talk—or, as the new House budget shows, even worse than talk. It’s hypocrisy.
I was recently out in California, where I’ve always described the state university system as one of America’s crown jewels. Then today, I read this:
California’s State University (CSU) system announced Monday that they would close the admission process for nearly all of its 23 campuses for the Spring 2013 semester, affecting almost 16,000 students wishing to attend.
In addition, every student applying for the 2013-2014 school year will be waitlisted while officials await Gov. Brown’s proposed budget initiative to increase taxes in November. If the measure is defeated, officials will be forced to cut enrollment by an additional 20,000-25,000 students.
I spend the hours of my working life on the intersection of economics and public policy, but when I look at this evidence and read about this and similar developments across the country, I’m left with one simple question.
What are we doing?


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Prior to the provincial election in April, the realignment of the Highways 781/11 intersection was the focus of much concern among the citizens of Sylvan Lake and area as well as tourists and others travelling that stretch of road.
During the election campaign, many citizens raised this concern with me and I promised to advocate for them and to lobby the government to save the intersection at Highways. 781/11.
I have not let up on this issue, and indeed, I have been lobbying the Minister of Transportation, Ric McIver, on a daily basis. I have also had a personal meeting with Minister McIver and will be tabling a petition in the fall legislature.
I continue to hear of discontent with potential traffic flow problems and widespread safety concerns.
I have had several meetings with stakeholders, citizens and visitors to Sylvan Lake. My office is receiving an abundance of letters and phone calls regarding the need for access/opening of this intersection.
It has been made clear to me that the alternative solution of Memorial Trail and additional intersections is not acceptable to a substantial number of citizens. While I believe it is beneficial to have the additional roads completed, I am not advocating that as an acceptable solution.
I am committed to lobbying the government and Minister of Transportation to fully reopen the Highways 781/11 intersection.
I have invited the Minister of Transportation, Ric McIver, to visit our community and see the effect of the right-in/out intersection. Minister McIver has not seen this intersection and cannot have a true appreciation of its importance to the Town of Sylvan Lake.
In my efforts to continue to listen to my constituents and to be a strong advocate for the residents of Innisfail-Sylvan Lake, I will be holding a meeting to discuss how we go forward in our fight to fully re-open this intersection on Aug. 21 at 7 p.m. at Sylvan Lake Community Centre.
I encourage residents to come out and we will work together to make our voices heard.
I have also engaged the Leader of the Official Opposition, Danielle Smith, and there has been a discussion with the Minister of Transportation stressing the importance of this intersection being fully reopened.
We knew this was going to be a difficult battle with Alberta Transportation, but I am hoping that the elected officials will see clearly the wishes of the people and abide by their mandate to represent the people.
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“Kathleen, my wife and I just recently returned from a month’s vacation/retirement fact-finding tour of Portugal and Spain. Both countries were fabulous with their culture, lifestyle, and history. Portugal appeared to be more laid-back, and we felt comfortable with their bilingualism (most spoke English well). The regions in Portugal we loved were the Algarve, Lisbon, and Porto. Since we would be relocating to Europe from January to April the farther north would mean cooler average temperatures. What are the emerging areas in Portugal, specifically in the Algarve?”
–Dave W., Canada
My favorite spot on Portugal’s Algarve coast is Lagos. This charming seaside city offers a lively square, a busy harbor, centuries of history, loads of great restaurants, an almost unbelievably low cost of living, and very friendly inhabitants. Lief and I were so taken with Lagos during our visit last month that we’ve invested in a small apartment just off the main square.
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French diplomat mauled by shark while kite surfingSeptember 12th, 2011 - 8:15 pm ICT by Aishwarya Bhatt
Port Moresby, Sept 12 (THAINDIAN NEWS) A 30-year-old French diplomat is at the emergency room following a shark attack in Papua New Guinea. Thomas Viot who works for the European Union as an economist was surfing when he was attacked by the creature. The incident happened in Port Moresby which is the capital of the island.
Viot was rushed to the hospital in Darwin, Australia where officials carried emergency procedure on him. The shark attacked Viot while he was surfing in the middle of the sea. He managed to skate back to the beach where the locals rushed to his aid and took him to the hospital.
Witnesses say large chunk of Viot’s leg was chopped off following the attack. He lost considerable amount of blood but he managed to skate back to safety.
He later told reporters that, “I don’t know how I managed it after the attack, but somehow I succeeded in riding back to the shore with my kite surf.”
At the hospital, Viot revealed that the doctors plan to have surgery on his leg to repair the damage. He has promised that when he recovers from the accident, he will go right back to the sea and skate again. He revealed that this is his second attack in the year.
He was attacked by a stingray earlier in the year.
- Surfer falls into shark jaws - Mar 22, 2012
- Magnitude-7.3 quake jolts Papua New Guinea - Dec 14, 2011
- Stranded kite surfer survives sharks' attack - Mar 10, 2012
- South African beach dubbed world's deadliest - Jan 16, 2012
- Quake hits Papua New Guinea - Aug 21, 2011
- 6.6 quake hits Papua New Guinea (Second Lead) - Jun 16, 2011
- 6.7-magnitude earthquake strikes Papua New Guinea - Mar 22, 2012
- Magnitude 6.6 quake hits New Britain region, Papua New Guinea (Lead) - Jun 16, 2011
- Santa Barbara Beaches Closed After Lucas Ransom's Death - Oct 25, 2010
- Dozens feared missing after landslide in Papua New Guinea - Jan 24, 2012
- British man loses legs to great white after ignoring warnings - Sep 29, 2011
- Man needs 300 stitches after shark attack - Jul 27, 2010
- Surfer Stephen King has a lucky escape from shark attack - Dec 12, 2011
- Strong earthquake shakes Papua New Guinea, no damage - Aug 20, 2012
- Four tourists mauled by shark at Egyptian resort - Dec 02, 2010
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Publisher: University of Illinois Press
Blum, Stephen, Bohlman, Philip V., Neuman, Daniel M.
'This book is unique not only for its approach but also for the scope of its content....It is definitely a must for libraries of research centers and institutions with ethnomusicology programs.' - Kazadi wa Muduna, ChoiceBlum, Stephen is the author of 'Ethnomusicology and Modern Music History' with ISBN 9780252017384 and ISBN 0252017382.


THE Ministry of Health will continue its countrywide door-to-door HIV/AIDS testing and counselling campaign until April this year, HIV/AIDS Communications Officer Baroane Phenethi has said.
Mr Phenethi told the Lesotho Times said the ongoing campaign was part of the ministry’s mission to stem the Mountain Kingdom’s HIV-prevalence rate of 23 percent, the second highest in the world behind Swaziland’s 26 percent.
“The Ministry of Health launched the door-to-door HIV/AIDS testing and counselling campaign last August 2015 to enable every Mosotho to know their status,” said Mr Phenethi.
“The campaign will end in April 2016 and will target people who are unable able to visit health facilities to get tested because of busy schedules as well as those who are reluctant because of fear of the unknown.”
He said the premise of the door-to-door campaign was to interact with people in the familiar surroundings of their homes.
“In such an environment, it becomes much easier to discuss with them, and for the people to speak freely thereby increasing the chances for their agreeing to get tested,” Mr Phenethi said.
“Our main objective is to get as many people as possible tested for HIV to ensure we achieve the 90/90/90 Fast Track goals by 2020.”
Under the treatment target, 90 percent of all people living with HIV would know their HIV status, 90 percent of all people diagnosed with HIV would receive sustained antiretroviral therapy and 90 percent of all people receiving antiretroviral therapy would have viral suppression.
He said the Ministry of Health was collaborating with village health workers in the campaign, although not everyone was comfortable to share information regarding their health with people they were familiar with.
“Some of the people don’t want their neighbours or people from within their communities to know their HIV status, so they opt not to cooperate with the village health workers and don’t allow them to enter their homes,” said Mr Phenethi.
“Some of the people view the campaign in a negative light, yet it is meant to assist them and not to discriminate or stigmatise them because of their health status.
“Basotho need to understand that the fight against the HIV/AIDS pandemic starts with every one of us. This campaign is not meant to punish anyone, but to ensure we are all aware of our HIV-status so that we can get the requisite assistance.”
He said those who tested positive would be encouraged to go to their nearest health centres for further assistance.
“As for those who test negative, they should keep it that way by desisting from risky behaviour like having multiple sexual partners and not using condoms,” Mr Phenethi noted.
“The campaign is also meant to bring awareness to the fact that stigma and discrimination play a major role in making HIV patients stop taking their treatment. So a lot of work still needs to be done in educating the populace so they can make informed decisions.”


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The satellite receiver only needs an easily installed omnidirectional satellite antenna with a single LNA (Low Noise Amplifier) to receive the SIRIUS satellite signal. Once connected, the receiver can be operated locally or remotely via a single controller port which interfaces to a wide range of 3rd party controllers.


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