"Any Of Various Other Things That Might Also Be Mentioned"

In a word, Whatnot.

A lovely little expression from the stories last night.  The obsessive cheater, tale as old as time.  Promising she was not hurt in more detail, and amazement again at the magical timing of the encounter that led to everything that followed.  All as I pondered the remnants of the Cape to Rio.  Need to stock up again before departing the village.  

Last day of a full week in this simple, quaint, and fit-for-purpose apartment.  Even while I look forward to the infinity pool of the Bluu, the faded orange colouring combination of this place will be missed, with its local Masai, wandering children, fatless chickens, and the smouldering ground.  How Mr. Paul popped his head up within seconds of the sandal breaking for the repair... perfect illustration of how Kiwengwa thus far has offered just what you need.  Twice we needed to send that Mombasa leather out, and twice it was returned at a minimal cost.  Pictures with the Masai to prove it.

The Internet here has served so well, calls to discuss draft quarterly reports and heads of terms and... whatnot.  Nothing overly substantive but enough to keep sending out bills in the hopes of a strong finish to 2020 and profits to be spent on the lubono process, of which I must feign an understanding later this afternoon.  Sure thing.  Still awaiting news on Tanzania's airway spat with Kenya, whether to extend for another week or two in another apartment, and how you might disclose this first COVID foray into the world to best set up the return in a couple of months.

Put it out of mind until Monday at Mizingani.  Hard to argue that we deserve further luxury, but that is what is to come this weekend.  Wonder what the reactions will be upon the sending of pictures on Saturday?  Nothing since has occasioned anything to doubt the correctness and inevitability of the plan.  Just a matter of following-through destiny?  Perhaps.