In the books concerning Africa I have read, many authors describe the smell and feel that greets them, as they walk down the steps of the plane, as a unique welcome.
For me it is the unmistakable sound of an old Toyota Land Cruiser The sound of the engine is a combination of a wave on a gravelly beach; a herd of donkeys running over a wooden bridge, and the encompassing sound of a wind as it passes you by. I experienced it first in 1974, and now 42 years later it has the same effect … welcome to the continent of great journeys, and inevitably a driver who will become a great friend.