Places that leave a mark: places in which you left a piece of you and will never be able to retrieve. And somehow that’s okay. You wouldn’t want it any other way, for as long as it stays there, it’ll always live within you.
Tanzania was that one place for me. Somehow it always manages to come back no matter how long it’s been. As a person, a song or just as a distant memory. Either way, it always reminds me of those camping nights in foggy weather Ngorongoro, long walks, the most friendly people I’ve ever met and a moment in which I truly felt happy. (Felt truly inspired by finding this picture) This is definitely something I will treasure forever. Asante Sana. 🤍