A Mzungu Lunch

There is something magical about lunch with a beautiful woman. The other day I was fortunate enough to have two beautiful ladies join me for lunch. Yep. Lunch with the Mzungu.

Ready Made

Being an admirer of good craftsmanship, I can assure you those skills are not limited to the violin maker, or the Cartier jewelry guy with the magno eye piece.  Hell sometimes its more about the Mexican mechanic who takes your alternator apart and repairs it will an old coke can pull tab. Take that to least the same level with this street shop craftsman.  The sign says it all.  

Animal Husbandry and Fine Wine

Two photos are presented to you.  Let me explain. One a statement requiring no response and the other a question. The second is a request for the collective brain power of the masses.  Firstly, I have come in my stay in East Africa to realize that a poor glass of California Chardonnay, found in Nairobi, can take top billing on the “most important” thing in your life.  I’m just sayin….

Next, having spent an outlandish sum of Shillings on a prepackaged 500 grams hunk of “MEAT CUBES”.  (emphasis needed), I was expecting the best.  So, after a delicate saute, I was somewhat surprised that I could not penetrate this substance even with the teeth Dr. Heggen had so kindly saved for me years ago.  So, I am thinking of my possible role in the wildlife conservation effort here and it occurred to me?  Those of my friends who are culinary wizards and those animal husbandry aficionados, who will for good reason remain anonymous, why could  you not do this.  Allow the “beef” industry to take over the wildlife breeding and feeding programs.  The skin and meat would be impenetrable to projectiles of all types  Hoof and claw as well.  This would force the poacher to resort to those thin plastic bags that you get from the dry cleaners that say, “keep out of reach of children”.  Surely hanging on the back of a rhino trying to suffocate the beast with that bag would prove labor intensive enough to be a deterrent.    Your kind and thought responses are welcome.  Yours from the East African fringe.   

Move over Sergi Butka and Michael Johnson

Doing a school clinic today I was taking a break and noticed it was field day.  A little rural African pole vaulting seemed in order.  A straight heavy pole and a hard price for going high didn’t stop them from sticking the pit.  Well, no pit but you get what a mean.  The plus 400 meters was also a major burner.  The tall kid was simply world class.  The fastest 14 year old I’ve ever seen.  I hope he makes it pay off.  Just another day in Amazingland.