Hello I’m Aleema!

I want to believe that I’m a globe trotter. From spending my childhood days in Breezy Bukavu (Democratic Republic of Congo), to spending the better days of my teen years in Kosher Kenya, to frozen winters in the Cooling Cauldrons of Canada, through to fast Moving Mumbai and the Coolness of Cape Town, I know I have only begun my journey.

For as far as I can remember, I have been in love – I feel nothing but passion for the outdoors and a desperate need to keep exploring – on foot.

I wish I could remember my first hike, but those memories may be mixed up with my journey as a louveteau (baby wolf) when I was six years old and a young girl scout. I recall a photograph of me standing in my pink track pants near a rolled up sleeping bag that was taller than me. I suppose with camping, comes some kind of trekking – I must have started hiking a long time ago.

I remember my summit of Point Lenana on Mount Kenya in 1996. I have vivid memories of spectacular sceneries, creating special bonds with different people and feeling the heat of the sun as it rose from below the clouds on the third highest peak in Kenya.

From 1997 to 1998, I was enrolled in the President’s Award Scheme in school that took me through the various trails in different areas close to Nairobi. Machakos is one that comes to mind.

Some of my favorite hiking moments were created when I moved to Alberta, Canada. I had the opportunity to explore the Canadian Rockies. From reaching the peak of St Piran in Lake Louise, to hiking along Glacier Lake in British Columbia, the Canadian Rockies offered epic trails for any avid hiker.

In 2013, I decided it was time to conquer the roof of Africa – Mount Kilimanjaro. After months of training, on the 1 st of March 2014, I waved at the world from the top of Africa.

Ever since the incredible journey on Mount Kilimanjaro, I have continued to explore different trails that Kenya has to offer. The days begin with a drive out of the city, and end with a sense of achievement of having put away yet another hill, mountain, cave or crater under my belt of hiking triumphs.

Being outside, in nature, is my zen. I loose myself in the beauty of Mother Nature, and embrace the tranquility that she offers. Each hike offers its own challenge, and with each challenge comes personal growth. Every time I hike, I experience a range of emotions from elation, to tears, to pain – I question whether it is really necessary to do this, and yet by the end of the hike, I cannot wait for the next one to come along.

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