Aotearoa – the North Shore
There it was, “the land of the long white cloud”, gleaming on the surface of the ocean. I watched its shores get closer and closer.
Thirty hours of travel were about to end. London was now the dot out of sight, and there below was the upside down, lumpy exclamation mark that I’d peered at so often on our map on the kitchen wall.
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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.
The Phraser 