I am back in Arusha. Yesterday morning in Harare, as I left my apartment, I heard Toto’s Africa, one of my favourite songs ever. This was the second time in twelve hours: I had heard it the night before, on Friday, in The Lounge, my neighbourhood bar in Newlands. It sounds very, very good on a double gin and tonic. Three hours ago, I looked out of my window on the flight from Nairobi to Kilimanjaro Airport and there, imperial, majestic, rising like Olympus above the Serengeti and framed by clouds as white as the snow cresting it, was Mount Kilimanjaro. I have seen Kili dozens of times from the air, but it never, ever gets old. Next year, I am going all the way to the top. And Toto will give me wings. Here’s Toto ...
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