After a long, cramped 20 hours in planes, I finally arrived in Arusha, Tanzania, where I was promptly greeted by the fact that my bags with my gear for the mountain climb had been lost someplace between JFK, Boston, and Doha. I fretted and worried and did a fair bit of cursing. Qatar Airways had no idea where my luggage was, and I easily spiraled from t…
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