Story behind the photo: Breakfast with Kilimanjaro
My family and friends had been riding the Mombasa to Nairobi train all night. The swaying and rocking of Kenya trains always put me to sleep early in the evening and kept me in dreamland all night. During the eighties, when we lived in Kenya, the trains were a wonderful way to travel.
Early in the morning I awoke when that wonderful swaying and rocking slowly ground to a halt. The train had stopped. No more clicky-clack. No more cool breeze. I had no idea where we were but a passing conductor told us that a very large herd of zebra was on the tracks. It might be a while before we could move on.
Our seven year old son Jeff could sleep through anything. He was in an adjacent sleeper car with other children from our group. Lynda and I got dressed and headed for the dining car. If I had to be awake, I might as well enjoy a cup of Kenya java.
Ahhhh, the wonderful smell of freshly brewed Kenya coffee. Dining in a Kenya Railways dining car was dining in style. Great service, white linen table cloths and nice china. What could possibly make this experience any better. Well, as it turns out, only one thing.
While we waited on our fried eggs, bacon and toast to arrive, I opened the window shade next to our table and this was the scene that met our eyes. The awesome Mt Kilimanjaro . . . the grandest mountain in Africa. Pinch me.
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