I remember when I first got off the plane at the Kilimanjaro International Airport I felt really alert with all my senses probably overworking so as to prepare my body for something foreign; something new.
It was early morning hours, therefore I couldn’t see much. However, there was something very distinct about the atmosphere that was quite familiar.
It felt humid, yet with a light touch, and had a special smell – I think it is the smell of dry soil.
This very first contact with Tanzania was reassuring for me – the atmosphere smelled and felt just like it does back home, Cyprus.
*Photo taken from Tanganyika Flying Co.