Daaling

I’m trying to eat ‘cleaner’, as fitness freaks would say. Mozambique loves bread and I’m 10 kilos heavier than a few years ago. Some decisive action is needed. It’s been going well and I’ve been exercising good restraint, for me. I’ll do all I physically can to avoid boring folks on blip with diet regimes.

However dining with friends Tassiana and João this evening I was powerless to resist curry and ice cream. Like the first time I met her, Tassiana’s ability to debate complex issues in English, which isn’t her first language, astounds me. Tonight an interesting discussion about elitism and privilege. Intellectually I was left trailing far in her wake, with a face full of daal.