August 1st, 1989
Hilton Hotel, Abu Dhabi, United Arab Emirates
Enjoyed an early breakfast in the hotel with Kimberly and Poonam before Poonam left to return to Delhi. She made it quite clear to Kimberly and I that we mustn’t accept gifts of any description from the young man (who is obviously the messenger) at the Safari club. Or elsewhere. Point taken, Poonam.
Spent the afternoon with Kimberly at the beach club, with a seemingly endless flow of cold drinks that did zilch to cool us down. I was on the sun lounger, dozing off, when I heard Carl’s voice. He’d just arrived from Delhi but said he had no intention of sleeping. Carl always has great stories and within minutes he had Kimberly and I in stitches. As mum would say, “He’s always the one way.” I like that about him.
Of course it didn’t take long for the conversation to turn to romance (read as; sex.) Carl teased me about my chance encounter with David in the Delhi market.
“So, you expect me to believe you two had tea in the lobby at midnight?” he asked, with his signature cheeky grin.
“We did, honestly,” I pleaded.
“So innocent,” he said. “And so unlike you,” he added. I smacked his arm.
“Karen, do you think you’ll see David again?” Kimberly asked.
“He has my address from the note I left him so hopefully,” I said, crossing my fingers, “he’ll get in touch.”
“What about you, Kimberly?” Carl asked. “You getting any action on this trip?”
She swatted his arm. “You two are violent,” he laughed.
“For your information,” Kimberly said, “I’m not but I have a confession to make.”
“You do?” I asked.
“Yes,” she said, blushing.
“What is it?” Carl asked.
She looked down at her hands. “I quite fancy Toby.”
“Toby our purser?” I asked.
“Uh-huh,” she muttered.
She stared at me. “No he’s not.”
“Yes he is. He has a gorgeous Swedish boyfriend that he showed me pictures of. I can’t remember his name. Starts with an B I think.”
“I think you’re mistaken,” she said in a tone I’ve never heard her use before.
I caught Carl’s eye. He looked just as confused as I was.
After six, the three of us left the beach club and went in search of a restaurant Poonam had recommended but is now a shop selling baby clothes! We made our way back to the hotel and ate in the coffee shop. The night was still young so we thought we’d go to Safari and have a boogie but unfortunately it’s closed tonight.