Despite our anti-Valentine attitude we found ourselves in the Calabash at Sea Cliff Hotel (pic) on
the 14th. The Engineer's superiors from South Africa were in town and had decided to take us all out for dinner. Boss, his wife Girlfriend, Captain and his wife Pinky were all there. Despite the sparkling company I must say the dinner had it's ups and downs.I arrived feeling tired (it's that annoying time of the month) but just as I was loosening up bthe electricity went out halfway through dinner. I had begun to forget we were in Africa but reality came screaming back. You'd think that no electricity and just candlelight would make the atmosphere all the more romantic but it doesn't work when the weather is as hot as it is here and the air conds are all out.
I ended up dripping sweat into my king prawns and which explained why it tasted a little too salty - yech!
I was dying to get out of there and so was The Engineer but just as we were about to make a swift exit, the entire party decided to go outside where the seabreeze made everything decidedly cooler.
I was still determined to leave but the owner of the restaurant, probably after noticing my sour puss face, decided to offer two bottles of wine and tequilas on the house.
Admittedly, the red wine tasted like the cork had fallen into the bottle (you can't expect the best when it's 'on the house' now, can you) but the tequila did it's job alright! It even had a spicy/sweet after taste which I thought was very pleasant.
Even Boss who has bad memories related to tequila (those who've gotten sick on tequila will know what I'm saying) bravely downed his shot but later looked like he wanted to scrape his tongue with something abrasive just to get rid of the taste.
A strange but nevertheless fascinating Valentine, I must say!
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