Africa may grow some of the world’s finest coffee beans but getting a decent brew on the road can be problematic. In most places Nescafe is the only thing on offer – just about passable if drunk strong and black. But – and I know this is desperately old hat for readers in places where coffee comes with cold milk and broadband – I have the answer. I picked up what I believe is called a mug press while on holiday in northern California recently. Next time I’m breakfasting on fried goats liver and onions (my favourite as it happens) it’ll be washed down with a spot of fresh Kenyan coffee. Cool. Off on the road soon so I’ll keep you updated on how it fares.