All afternoon I sat in a small café at the foot of Kilimanjaro, turning a simple table into my workspace. My daypack rested next to my laptop while I finished the blog post I had started yesterday. There was no air conditioning, just open windows and doors, and a steady breeze moving through the room, making the hours feel lighter and slower.

When it was time to leave, I found out the card machine wasn’t working. I searched through my bag and discovered I had just enough cash — enough to pay for the café and to pick up some street food for dinner on the walk back to the hostel.

The post is online now. I’ll see if it finds its way to someone who needs it.
👁