I’m sitting on my bed in Nairobi, with my wet and smelly socks hanging from the mosquito net and the air-conditioning on 30 degrees. The room’s starting to sweat a little, and the aroma of eau-de-sock is stripping paint off the walls. But these s...
Getting lost in Pretoria to collect your new teammate is not a good sign when you're about to spend the weekend navigating your way through the countryside. Getting lost en route to the meeting point is even less encouraging. Navigation is not my thi...
