Garlic

Today’s events were:

• Getting an overdue haircut with the Lebanese dude working in a salon here. I asked him to avoid leaving me looking like a half-mown egg this time and he gave commentary on my hairline. ‘It’s only this area that’s bad; this part is still good.’
• Michelle and I resolved that Swahili is the ‘garlic of languages’ as there is lots to unpack. Every time you think you’ve mastered a set of prefixes, another comes along.
• I went to a Turkish restaurant and ate a massive cheese pide (pita bread) which left my mouth hurting due to a) my incapacitated jaw and b) the strength of the cheese.
• I mistakenly spoke Portuguese to the tuk tuk driver instead of (very rudimentary) Swahili. I’ve gotta get with the programme.
• Ma and Pa celebrated 47 years of wedded bliss.

Dar es Salaam has so many attractive looking plant and plant pot sellers by the roadside.