Hasty Hello !

Phew ! I've had a hectic week .... and another busy one ahead - but as promised, I'm just popping in to say hello and to touch base with you all (and will then be off again). I'm not trying to be mysterious (honest !) ... it's just that there is so much going on right now, that I want to be able to sit down and tell you everything in detail at once - all good stuff, I assure you ;)

Thanks for all the continued comments and emails - I'll try and visit everyone's blogs soon (am - briefly - catching up with many in my Google reader at the moment).

The photo's above and below were taken earlier this week on the farm, on our way back from the city at sunset - they were both taken on the road leading to our house. (Isn't Kilimanjaro lovely in the pink evening light ?)

Have a great week, everyone !

Post Haste

A traditional kokatene (wooden hand drawn cart) seen everywhere here in Tanzania. I so admire the people who operate these, as it is a really tough job. (Photo credit - my Mum ! When my parent's were visiting a couple of years ago my Mum snapped this photo - thanks, Mum ! xx)

I am typing this post in haste after being off the farm all day today ..... with another early morning tomorrow as I am away again for the whole day - then back, then off again - so, a very busy week ahead for me & posting will not be every second day as usual as I won't be here much. So don't worry if you don't see me around until the weekend or so ? Will have lots of blog reading to catch up on then, aswell as comments and emails ............................. until then, kwaheri - I'm off on my wooden cart for another adventure (or two) !

The Road Home .......

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 ….