In September 2014 I visited Tanzania and Kenya in East Africa. Nothing quite captures the expansiveness of these countries. It takes a long time to get anywhere. I can still hear the sounds of the choking engines of the thousands of trucks on the highways. The plastic strewn everywhere along the sides of the roads. The mud. The galvanise. The thickness of coal smoke seeping down your throat to your lungs. The warm smiles of nosy children. Their little woollen hats tied under their chins. The vibrancy of the colours - yellows and blues, purples and pinks - almost electric. Pyramids of potatoes, tomatoes, limes being sold on the sides of the road. The taste of the succulent fruits and vegetables. The luscious saturated greenness of the landscape in Kenya, and the ochred dryness of the dusty ground in Tanzania. Mist suppurating off mountainsides and climbing up hills where you could almost touch the bottom of the clouds when you reached the top. And everywhere at night, the fell of inky blackness that highlights the millions of stars more clearly than anywhere I have seen.