JOIN US ON AN ADVENTURE OF A LIFETIME Black Giraffe Dancing Adventures presents two unique Christmas/New Year’s adventures in Tanzania. BRIAN’S EXPERIENCE ON AFRICA’S ROOFTOP I went on a 6day/5night hike up the Marangu trail with no previous hiking experience. It was an adventure and challenge I was looking forward to. Upon reaching the summit after 7 hours of hiking, I had a burst of energy and excitement. Along with your own personal experience, you’ll have the opportunity to join in an offi cial Guinness World Records TM attempt by dancing on Africa’s rooftop. After you reach the summit and celebrate in your own way, I would like to invite those interested in joining me in a world record attempt by dancing the Mt Kili Cha Cha. The Mt Kili Cha Cha is approximately 2 minutes long and if successful this would be the Guinness World Records TM for the Highest Altitude Group Dance on Land. HOW YOU CAN HELP! For those participating in the hike, if you would like to get friends, family and co-workers involved, may we suggest a personal donation or a penny a meter which would be $58.95 (Mt Kilimanjaro 5,895 meters). As a Thank-You BGDA will give back to you 10% of what you collect up to $589.50. Example: You collect $4,000.00 you get $400.00. Black Giraffe Dancing Adventures wants to give you a chance to win an adventure of a lifetime. Along with round-trip economy airfare for two, the winner will get to choose either the “Experience the Magic of Africa’s Rooftop” itinerary or “Discover the Magic of Africa’s Garden of Eden” itinerary. By simply purchasing a raffle ticket for $58.95 or 15 raffle tickets for $589.50 you’ll be entered in the drawing. The funds raised will support the drilling of a water well for the Mulala Village. To download raffle ticket information and learn how paying by check can triple your entries, please visit www.blackgiraffeadventures. com/raffle or email brian@blackgiraffeadventures.com. Thank you for your support! Brian Chapman EXPERIENCE THE MAGIC OF AFRICA’S ROOFTOP December 25, 2015 - January 3, 2016 $3,895.00 per person double occupancy* (Single room supplement $193.40)** Imagine the magic you’ll experience as we embark on a 7day/6night hike to the summit of Mt Kilimanjaro aka Africa’s Rooftop. This adventure will fi nish January 3 with a once in a lifetime experience. You’ll share the excitement with the Mulala Village as their new water well is unveiled. DISCOVER THE MAGIC OF AFRICA’S GARDEN OF EDEN December 27, 2015 - January 3, 2016 $4,495.00 per person double occupancy* (Single room supplement $589.50)** The Serengeti and Ngorongoro Crater aka Africa’s Garden of Eden are two World Heritage sites you’ll discover on your journey in Tanzania. A Massai Village and the Olduvai Museum are two other exciting stops you’ll make. This adventure will fi nish January 3 with a once in a lifetime experience when the new Mulala Village water well is unveiled. Offering custom adventures, rare as the black giraffe! Book your tour today. Contact brian@blackgiraffeadventures.com Download our brochure at http://blackgiraffeadventures.com/trip/download-new-brochure/ www.facebook.com/blackgiraffedancingadventures *Airfare is not included in price. **Supplement is for hotel rooms only. Only 2 person tents will be available for hike (single person tents not permitted). www.facebook.com/blackgiraffedancingadventures www.facebook.com/blackgiraffedancingadventures (602) 321-5540 On September 23, 2011 I reached the summit of Mt Kilimanjaro! Fundraising for the Mulala Village water well.

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We were 10 minutes away from leaving our (budget) hotel to meet a friend for dinner, and I was staring blankly into my suitcase. There was simply nothing among the many options I had packed that was perfect for a cheeseburger in the West Village. Nothing screamed, “Perfect for your first night in NYC.” Nothing promised me, “You’ll look so cool you could be mistaken for a New Yorker.” It was time to leave; I was wearing a bra and underwear – and flip-flops because the hotel carpet was highly suspect – and all of my clothes had turned against me. Michael was getting impatient. “What is the problem?” He asked with a tone. I hated that tone. I always encourage him to enunciate more, but it seems the only times he does it, is to spite me. “The problem? The problem? ” The problem was that I was stressed I could be so lost in my own suitcase. The problem was I was sweating even though I wasn’t wearing any clothes. The problem was I had this man around who, by the looks of his wrinkly T-shirt and saggy jeans, obviously didn’t care about New York fashion and how people perceive him. Then, standing there, hopelessly clad in my unmentionables, I had a moment of clarity. “The problem is , I have a poor body image.” There I said it. I said what outfit- challenged women in crappy hotel rooms across the City have felt for hundreds of “important nights out.” “And I blame society.” Now, I’m not usually one to place blame, but society had been bugging me about this for a while. It’s not necessarily the common culprits – beauty magazines or rap music – who passed judgment, but rather actual members of society. As if it were a NYC Welcome Dance, I marched furiously around our two hideous double beds detailing all of the sneak attacks society had made on me. There was that time at a wedding of one of Michael’s college buddies when I wore my favorite little black dress. You know the kind: It cuts tastefully low, reveals shoulders, tightens at the waist, and falls full and with fl attering detail until two inches above the knees. Wedding-guest perfection. Moments after we arrived, we found Michael’s best friend and his lovely wife, exchanged greetings and headed for the pre-ceremony bar. It was there, as we sipped our fi rst glass of wine, that the lovely wife commented on my dress. “I love this dress, Kindra.” (I love it too, I thought). “I love how it cuts in at your waist,” she motioned to my waist, “and then how it comes out to cover your controversial area.” She motioned to my hips, butt and thighs. I choked a bit on my chardonnay. Controversial? Did she just call me fat? Then there was that time I went to dinner with Michael at Grimaldi’s Pizzeria. We ordered what we always do: a large Caesar salad and a small pepperoni, ricotta and mushroom pizza. But as soon as I said “large salad,” I noticed the waitress stopped writing. “Um. You said large Caesar?” she asked. “Yes,” I replied. “Is it just the two of you?” “Yes.” “Right, well that salad serves four. And you’re only two.” She looked at me the way my fi rst-grade teacher did when I couldn’t quite fi gure out addition. “So, do you think you’ll be able to eat. All. That. Salad?” “Um. Yes.” I replied and she walked away. I looked at Michael and asked, “Did she just call me fat?” He didn’t respond. Back in New York, I paced the hotel room, listing off society’s many infractions, which, even in the heat of the moment, I knew weren’t actually related to not being able to choose an outfit or being fat. The rant ended with, “Society! Society is trying to bring me down!” “Yeah.” Michael said, nonchalantly. “I don’t have that problem. Society loves me.” “Oh, just you wait.” I hissed as we headed out the door and toward the ride-at-your- own-risk elevator. “It’ll get you when you least expect it.” We met our friend at the best cheeseburger joint – a literal hole in the wall – that serves two things: cheeseburgers and fries. After waiting in line for 45 minutes, a young, buff server escorted us to a teeny tiny table in the back. The server pulled out a little notebook and stared. No menus. No questions. No words. He simply stared at me with his tablet in hand. I guess I was going fi rst. “Uh. Cheeseburger?” He made a note and kept staring. “Uh. Medium?” That was it. He moved to our friend who had been there before. “Cheeseburger. Medium.” The server turned to Michael who followed suit, “Cheeseburger. Medium- Rare.” The young, buff, Asian server looked Michael up and down. Wrinkly, too-big T-shirt. Sad-saggy jeans. He paused for just a moment, and then spoke. Just to Michael. No one else. “Want bacon?” Michael’s jaw dropped. He said nothing, too confused to speak. The server took Michael’s lack of a response as a, “No” and walked away. Our friend put a hand on Michael’s back. “Sorry dude. That was brutal.” Michael slowly turned his head to face me with an expression I knew all too well. “Did he just call me fat?” I gave him a sad smile and a slow nod. Welcome to my world. We finished our cheeseburgers, headed back to the hotel, and for the rest of the weekend, we called Michael “Bacon.” The next day, when Michael suddenly couldn’t find anything in his suitcase to wear… We went shopping. A girl in New York City with nothing to wear GIRL NEXT DOOR The problem is, I have a poor body image. There I said it. I said what outfit-challenged women in crappy hotel rooms across the City have felt for hundreds of “important nights out.” ‘‘