Diaries of a Vincentian: Kenya

Diaries of a Vincentian: Kenya

Peter’s eyes, milky with cataracts, searched my face for recognition. His toothless grin, widened when he saw Sr Rosemary emerge from the car. Having had a “safari massage” in the 4×4 car, jiggling from side to side, down the rutted sloping Rift Valley in Kenya,...