You shouldn’t really generalise about a continent of 54 countries spanning 30.3 million sq km of land and lapped by four seas and oceans. But there’s undoubtedly a common thread that runs through the red sands, open plains and soaring escarpments of Africa; a cord that binds this diverse rainbow mosaic together as if it were one.
From the baobab-studded grasslands of Zimbabwe to the infinite horizons of the Serengeti, there’s a magnetic lure that’s hard to resist. It’s a bug that keeps biting, an itch impossible to scratch. Like a sea turtle genetically programmed to find its way home, anyone who’s been will inevitably come back.
I’ve been privileged and fortunate enough to spend a chunk of the last six months in Africa, travelling through Rwanda, Kenya, Tanzania, Zimbabwe, Zambia, Botswana and South Africa.
