Cape Cod
The little boat – metal hull, room for four, and a fine engine – edges out past the sport fishing boats in the harbour to the curves that stretch beyond.
Here, the ‘no wake‘ signs behind us, we accelerate on towards the pale line of the Cape Cod National Seashore.
View of Kilimanjaro on the road to Taveta, near the Tanzanian border with Kenya
We knew Kilimanjaro was there – we’d glimpsed it behind the clouds many times – but the first time we met for real was the day we left.
The early morning was fresh as washing on the line, with the great volcano high in the blue above us all. It was stunning.
This is one of the first travel blogs on The Phraser. It took a while to re-arrange into a readable piece, which I hope means that my blogging skills have improved over the years. The grainy photographs are the few I took at the time.
We are in Stockholm for three nights.
There is spring sunshine and a snowstorm…and there is the old, the grand, the brand new, and plenty of food.
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