Africa

This is my fourth week in Africa.
And it is amazing how quickly one gets used to a place and life style; The beautiful weather, every day, the stunning landscape, the tropical birds , life on the veranda, just as Bill Bryson expected it to take place in his novella about Africa. The eating out, (  as cheap as when you buy your shopping ) Lake Victoria Hotel, which is my office, my place to meet friends, Agnes is running a little souvenir shop here, to swim, to eat, To meet Dutch people, ( the KLM crew is based here between their flights ),and sometimes they leave Dutch magazines, which is a real treat ! but also Irish, Italian, French; The whole world in one big tropical garden !!!
The staff are my friends; They shake hands, in this typical African style, they tell me they want to retire, but they have to keep working to keep their children in education. This doesnt mean University, but primary school.They enquire about my family, how are they keeping, we miss them ! And yes, over the summer, when we were all over, Lake Vic was a place were one could find us often. Yesterday I made a new friend; A tiny kitten , grey and white, very skinny, and I asked for a plate of tuna for him. The waiter looked puzzled at me:'Are you placing an order , madam ?' Yes I did ! Our lovely cat Tommy had just been killed on the road the day before, and I was still sad about this; He would not be there to greet us on our return  from Africa . So yes, I was ordering a plate of tuna for this little creature !The waiter returned with a napkin with some chicken on it. Fine ! As long as he got food! Afterwards he layed on my lap, purring softly, The kitten, that was.