Another thing about Bwana is his body shame. Bwana's medications, dear readers, has endowed him with moobies (man boobies) and ever since two friends embarrassed Bwana about them a few years ago, Bwana has never been seen in public with his shirt off, so you might have felt the shock waves in Vancouver as I wrestled with my psyche about going swimming here because there were other people present. But I did it, and boy am I glad I did. In 35 degree heat, this pool is beyond wonderful. I was in and out for an hour and it allowed me to enjoy the warmth of the sun for a fewer minutes after each dip, then I was back in the water. It felt really fine to be a kid again.
At 4:00 Ciprian (I have been calling him Crispian, which was wrong), Azis, a local guide, and I went to the local market and a walk through a village to see how people live and work in "modern" Africa. (Tomorrow we go to visit a Datoga village where the traditional lives of "bushmen" are maintained, and later I will be visiting the Masai village where traditions are also followed.)
In the evening, I met Alisa and Patricia in the lounge area of the lodge and then we ate together. Pat and I are kindred spirits. She is from New York and came here alone; the tour company partnered her with Alicia. Alicia owns several face lifts, a remarkable Phoenix accent and a set of caps that probably cost as much as my apartment.
Ever day, the cough is a little better and I sleep a little better. The saddest thing to realize, after two extended vacations this year, is that I am clearly allergic to by beloved Leon. I love him deeply, but a minor part of me wants to give him to a new loving owner. I can breath normally again and sleep through the night like I used to years ago. But I can't live without that love, so I am going to see about antihistamines when I get home.
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