I had a farm in Africa, at the foot of the Ngong Hills. The Equator runs across these Highlands, a hundred miles to the North, and the farm lay at an altitude of over six thousand feet. In the day-time you felt that you had got up high, near to the sun, but the early mornings and evenings were limpid and restful, and the nights were cold.
- From Out of Africa by Isak Dinesen
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