Were it not that I have bad dreams
Sep 21st, 2005 | By admin | Category: InternationalSeven years ago today I boarded an Amsterdam-bound flight from Belfast; from there it was a long haul flight with KLM down to Dar Es Salaam, landing at Kilimanjaro on the way.
It was no tourist trip; rather as secretary of my Church’s world development appeal, I was going with two colleagues to visit Christian Aid partners in Tanzania.
I remember the details with a clarity that makes it all seem last week.
There were few bright spots: a country ground down by poverty, burdened with international debt, where there …