Wil and I nosed around the abandoned railway station in Moshi this afternoon -- it seriously looks as if they sent the last train down the tracks and locked the doors. Dusty notice boards with memos from 1997, silent waiting rooms, grassy platforms being
Oftentimes, it takes us buckets of tears, sweat and (literally) blood before we achieve what we want in life. But so long as it means waking up the next day to a morning as majestic and picturesque as this, I would not mind fighting till I shed the last b
