Back home in Houston at long last. Hard to believe it was just a week ago today I was in Amboseli National Park at the foot of Mount Kilimanjaro. Other than the mountain hovering like a bank of thunderclouds, my first impression of the park was the dust devils, which begin to rise in the heat of midday and dot the expansive, flat landscape like plumes of smoke.
“Dust devils. Dust devils. Dust devils.” Our Masai guide repeated the unfamiliar English words in order to commit them to memory. Could I have really have been the first to call them such in his presence?