What is it they say? Better late than never?

I grew up in Arusha (at the foot of Mt Meru) and obviously visited Moshi, which is at the foot of Mt Kilimanjaro and only an hours away from Arusha.

At eight years old, while parents sat at a hotel talking with friends, I walked off, following a path. A couple of hours later I realised I had climbed quite high, so I decided, why not find somewhere safe to sleep and tomorrow climb to the top. It was already deep night when a tribe of Masai found me and they returned me to Moshi, where the whole town was in an uproar, people shooting off all over in their Landrovers and the cops were already on their way up the mountain.

Why did I do it?

My grandfather had told me a story about an iceberg floating around within the crater, and inside the iceberg is a frozen tiger, the kind that used to exist, whith huge teeth protruding from its mouth. It touched the romantic aspect of my childish heart and I so very much wanted to see the prehistoric tiger.

(Gosh, I should have kept this for one of my Tall Tales or Truth? stories. Oh well, there you are, you got this story to keep for yourself for a while - just like you let me share a truth or two of your own.