I’ll consider today the start to our Africa trip. We arrived late into Amsterdam last night, and got a hotel in the airport. I know right? Stayed in the airport, how disappointing. So this morning we had a wake up call for 7:50, we woke up, looked at our watches, and freaked out. 9:00. Our flight boards at 9:05!! We grabbed our stuff and ran out. Damian addressed the front desk lady “ We were supposed to have a wake up call at 7:50.” “ Ok, I’ll take you off the list!” So cheery. Damian told her “Its 2 hours late!” And we stormed off. Then, running to our gate, I had an epiphany. “Damian, our watches are on Russian time, its really 7:00”. I almost felt like going back and apologizing to the lady. Our hearts slowed down, and we met up with Ryan McClean, one of Damian’s friends. I’ve met him a few times, done some things in the Wasatch with him. We boarded our flight, and headed to Tanzania. On arrival, nighttime, we checked through customs. Only an hour and a half long process. There was so many people in the little building I thought it would explode. Africa, I guess. But it went well, we got our visa’s, our bags, and exited the building. Immediately dozens of local men were upon us,  holding signs in our faces. We found our man (Vince) and headed to the car. Coolest trucks & jeeps ever here-- built for some rough ground. Too bad it was night; we didn’t get to see any terrain on the 2 hour ride to the hotel. We got there, and felt like we were in Africa. African art all over. Tall skinny human sculptures guarding the doors, huge snakeskins over doorways, and on the walls. Then we met Fernando, the little furry weasel. Fernando Grajales, from Aconcagua. Close friend of Willie & Damian, and party mate with Ryan. At once I knew this trip would be awesome. All these guys are hilarious together. I can’t really explain it,  it’s mostly crude humor, so sorry.