Climbing Mt Kilimanjaro, 1985 |
 After two days in Nairobi, I began making my way home – flying via Harare (where I visited my youngest brother, Charlie), Perth, Melbourne, Hobart (where I was re-united with Heather and Evan, and where we had Christmas and New Year), and Christchurch to Wellington. Not only had I had a highly productive and interesting sabbatical leave, but I was also thrilled to have finally climbed Mt Kilimanjaro – 26 years after I’d initially tried to do so. (This is the last picture in this album.) |