We sat on the balcony and cried the last morning of our first stay at AKL was over. The sun was just glinting on the horizon, the savanna was just waking up and we were in tears. That place became Our Home. We literally drug ourselves out to the taxi and sat sniffling all the way to the airport.
We can't afford staying there every time, but when we do, it is like coming home - like no other feeling in the world.
Oh, except for walking through the tunnel into the MK. THAT feels like coming home, too!
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If more of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold, it would be a merrier world.
J. R. R. Tolkien