An eight year old can climb Mount Kenya is what they say. No eight year old that I ever want to babysit. 



First, we acclimatised at Mountain Rock's Bantu Lodge which reminded me of Picnic On Hanging Rock with it's sprawling gardens dappled by the shade of tall trees, beneath which a party of boarding school girls made merry at the end of a school trip. When we wandered a little too far round the back of the lodge, things turned just a teensy bit Texas Chainsaw… Continue

For all these years, it seems I was wasting my money on Neutragena, Clearsasil and all those other spot treatments and anti-bacterial washes. Apparently, what I should have been using all along is TCP antiseptic cream. Not only has my skin calmed down a lot, I smell fabulous.