The snowman in the heart of Africa – Climbing Mount Karisimbi (part 2)

Continued from part 1 I walked towards the fire where there were two crouching silhouettes outlined in bright orange. I sat with them panting. One poked the embers with a stick, another lay on his coat ¬†and stared sideways at the white-hot burning log. The warmth was comforting, and staring in to those dancing flames…