The Food Down in Africa

Mount Kilimanjaro, a Tea Farm, the Rain, the Food, GAFCON, and all the things I have to do when I get home.

All of you in America—there must be a few of you up suffering the horrors of insomnia—should be tucked in your beds, wiling away the dark hours before the next long work day begins. I, on the other hand, have slept the bilious sleep of the overfed, trying to recover, as it were, from a most refreshing and beautiful time in a place called Amboseli, down …