Karibu
One day in mid-1997 there was a knock on the door of my aunt and uncle's house in Oxfordshire. Responding to a promotional flyer, a retired doctor had driven 20 miles to subscribe to our as-yet-unpublished magazine. It was an early indication of the ardor for Africa that has been shared by readers since. Mike (the doctor) and his wife came to see us regularly at various travel shows over the following years, where we also met many more of our readers, a lot of whom we remain in regular contact with. A deep passion for the continent binds us. We all know what dawn in the bush smells like and what it means to miss the smell of the rain; we appreciate that deep sense of quiet contentment you…