When asked if there was a highlight of my Africa trip I feel my face scrunch up as I struggle to blurt out one specific thing that will make the asker happy. It’s like pushing someone to state what aspect of breathing oxygen they find the best. “Well, since it keeps me alive I kinda…
With my Kilimanjaro summit dream dead and gone (for this trip at least) I was brought back to Moshi in a ramshackle, bouncy 4×4 truck, driven by a park ranger obsessed with two mobile phones. On the plus side we encountered a troop of baboons hurtling along the road ahead of the truck before they…
That’s me at my summit. Shira Camp 1. Kilimanjaro. Tanzania. That’s in Africa, a place I’d never planned to visit, not through any particular fear but because I was comfortable within my little bubble. I had my work, my writing, dogs, popping to the shops, mooching around Cambridge. Nice and simple and safe. Like Sheldon…
