Remember the time when a photograph was something we held in our hands, waited for weeks to see and then painstakingly arranged in albums we could touch? Or in my case, at least, stuffed them in a cardboard box somewhere with great plans to do all that at some vague point in the future.
Travel blogger Heather from Heather on her Travels posted a student photograph of her visit to Papua New Guinea last week and it got me thinking about my own pre-digital archives.
This photo, of an average road in Moshi, reminds me of one of my most important journeys, one that challenged and stretched me in many different ways yet still left an imprint on my soul and a desire to carry on travelling.
I lived here for two months, as a medical student in the paediatric unit, learning about poverty, death, corruption and hope. I also hauled my exhausted body to the summit of Kilimanjaro and studied Swahili on safari as well as on the wards.
In fact, I’ve enjoyed looking at this so much that perhaps, like Heather, I’ll introduce a few more of these golden oldies…