This resort is getting better and better

The food and service has gotten better and better at my resort.  It can't be me just relaxing Into eating and drinking piggishly all day, can it?  Or maybe that faux dope worked?

Many of the employees now talk to me in ki-Swahili which has really stepped up my game. I don't push too hard but consult my Swahili dictionary and try to keep it simple and pragmatic and add another dimension every day.  I added pronouns, which aren't necessary but correct, last night.  Mimi, wewe..  That's enough.

Tonight, the hotel set up a catering function in the lobby, which turned out to be a jazz band dinner for the guests, with lots of American blues and soul, but sung in a hearty African tone.  My chef friend grilled lobsters so I ate four.  "Mimi biri sere, tafudahli", I think.  It helps that they have the food signs in four euro langs then nothced Swahili at the bottom.  It helps me to see it in writing as I am using it.  Since it was a grill and obviously lobster there was no sign so I just have a sound memory.  Practice, practice, practice.  Today though, I need to switch to learning to read, write, and speak Greek for my trip there in a few days.

Nzuri sana wimpa, I scream at the soul sister and slip her Ts10,000.  

At an all inclusive resort with mostly tight-ass euro guests and dazed egocentric honeymooners, the excellent employees are shocked to be handed cash.  I am running out of Ts now but want to do the beach walk after brekkie if it's low tide and visit the aquarium, and I hear there's an ATM in "town".  Fattie is going to need to wedge it between meal times, of course.

I am starting to get so fat from the open ended wine, liquor and food, and I need to make a plan to put a stop to it.  I guess.  I wonder if there's a scale somewhere?  The practical test is if I can wear my 2004 Hugo boss trousers.  They are getting tight now.

On my front terrace overlooking the turquoise sea, sort of line at home except that instead of thirty spirces of plants, all I have of nature is one suicidal dragonfly.

I can see here and feel my midsection getting thicker after gorging myself here hedonistically for about a week.  I am not just whinging vainly.  It took lot of hard work and I went through incredible pain getting my body to my strong lean target after my second hip replacement last year.  I have to maintain that lean body to avoid another worse round of agony to replace my disintegrating left knee.  I enjoy the process of maintaining myself, and I rally didn't enjoy the suffering, so it's a no brainer.  So why am I eating biri chapati za muji, French toast and fresh plantain chips for brekkie as I write this?  'Cause it's so good!!

It's a myth that you can just workout more to compensate for a bad diet.  Exercise doesn't burn that many calories, the bulk is burned just being alive.  

I do admire my new tattoo, though.  But as in all things that grace us, it's only temporary.