The end of a long, busy day in the city …. leaving the slick tarred roads and the hustle and bustle of city traffic behind …. the noise, the people …. the chaos.
Bumping along on the corrugated dirt road – small stones scattering underneath the tyres as dust swirls in the air above us …. approaching the farm now – the sound of cowbells rich & mellow upon the air as the sun begins to sink.A herdsman, hurrying, calling softly to his cattle as he cracks a stick, urging them anxiously across the road.
The cattle, annoyed – and tired. The clattering soft thud of endless hooves – stirring even more dust which whirls and swirls over us as they move towards the setting sun and hurry on home.
We carry on – the farm entrance just up ahead. And suddenly, Kilimanjaro is almost upon us - her icy blue peak looming, guiding us home.
There really is no place quite like it …. 
