Currently Reading: No Picnic on Mount Kenya by Felice Benuzzi 📚

The night sky was clear. There was a smell of good earth in the air such as I had seldom noticed in Africa. I was thinking, the future exists if you know how to make it, and it’s up to you, as I turned the corner of my barrack at the exact spot from which I had seen Mount Kenya for the first time, and from which I had always cast a look in the direction of the peak since that first view.

Now it was visible again and in the starlight it looked even more tantalising than in daylight. The white glaciers gleamed with mysterious light and its superb summit towered against the sky. It was a challenge.

A thought crossed my numbed mind like a flash.