It was around lunchtime in Arusha when a man approached me over my right shoulder. First, I noticed the half-eaten, hastily mangled mango in his hand. Then the mango bits strewn across his upper lip, just sitting there as if on purpose, the juice smeared across his chapped mouth, pouring down…

Everyone should follow Matt as he embarks on a journey of self-discovery in Tanzania. An incredibly eloquent writer and wonderful human being… totally wish I was in Kilimanjaro with him now eating mangos. Miss you my dear friend and happy birthday! xx