Day 1: British Airway’s lemon meringue tart en route to
Day 2: Hotel, surrounded by barbed wire, serves me homemade butter cookies.
Day 3: Out in the bush near the Mara I see a cheetah fight with a bunch of hyenas over the impala it’s just killed. I drink a hot chocolate and think how mad I’d be if someone tried to steal my dessert.
Day 4: I argue with a Belgian about his country's chocolates after he makes the ridiculous claim that they are the best in the galaxy--clearly he knows nothing of the Milky Way (sorry, bad joke). Anyway, as proof he proceeds to list Marcolini (so far so good), Neuhaus (eh...that's like Godiva level), and Leonidas (hello Sees Candy a la belge). I am sure I win the argument because he then proceeds to get even by using his large, chocolate-enhanced frame to block my view of the elephants during our game drive.
Day 5: I see two hippos hump in the river. Neither seems to be very excited about it. Meanwhile, no dessert is available at lunch time. On the drive back, I almost get us killed when trying to take a picture of a lion. Oops!
Day 6: Flight, sparkly drink upon arrival on eastern coast of
Days 7-10: Lots of mosquito bites. Pavlova, Cheescake, Ice Cream, Chocolate Mousse. And—good lord even out here in the middle of nowhere it rears its ugly head—Flan!
Day 11: Fly back to the