10.22b

I told Philip that I wished to summit Kilimanjaro in Tanzania, but it is perhaps the worst dream I've ever had. He mourned with me for the disgusting irreverence required to be ported up a mountain as quickly as possible by a team of well-meaning but ultimately exploited mountaineers carrying half again or more than their comfortable, soft, undeserving patrons. 

The lesson of this was always meant to be about how neither he nor I (and in fact, you) realized that Kilimanjaro is not in Tanzania, but I looked it up, and I was right. Not right about being wrong, but right, which I was wrong about being wrong about. Yikes.