The sun pierced the ridgeline of the caldera and, for the first time last year, I had clarity.
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.
Through the eyes of an outsider, we see Australia – ‘the lucky country’- afresh.