Yesterday there were 2 different groups walking down the hill. 2 groups of majority girls, many teenagers and some as young as 7. That's where the similarities stopped. One group were just on a relaxing walk after visiting the waterfall. The other group were working to support their family. One group were in trainers and the other were barefoot or in shoes falling apart. One group had been impacted by floods earlier in the year meaning crops had been destroyed and collecting firewood was a means of survival. The other group lived in a country that if flooded would be far less likely to wipe out a families whole livelihood. As we walked down the hill being passed by girls carrying enormous weights of firewood it struck me that the fundamental reason our life's are so different is they were born at the base of Mount Mulanje and I was born in Newcastle. How's that fair?