Sometimes I went for a run up the beach of Lake Malawi and the locals would laugh and point. After all, I wasn’t chasing a ball, so what was the point of running? I’ve questioned the point of many things since I’ve been back in Australia, and spent a lot of time doing pointless things to stop the questioning.
Africa rattles you. Sure a lot of people are hungry. A lot of people are sick. I think mentally you step off the plane prepared for that. What you are not prepared for is the beautifully simple gift of friendship.
