When my university had given me the list of excavations they’d happily fund me to go on, I’d chosen the one which was furthest away and the most alien.
The sense of belonging that you think you should feel, the familiarity that you expected, the sense of being ‘home’, just isn’t there.
It is dry. It is dusty. But there’s gold there.
When I came to a halt in front of the roadblock, I had been driving for 12 hours. It was dark. This was Kenya. I knew the risk.