April 15th, 1990
Hotel Inter-Continental, Nairobi, Kenya
Met the girls bright and early and jumped into a rusty old Land Rover with Earl, our guide for the day. A couple of hours later, deep in the bush, we spotted zebras. By the end of the day we’d managed to see giraffes, monkeys, lions and my favourite, the elephants and their babies, all in their natural habitat. I loved every second of it and the feeling of anticipation as we waited quietly with baited breath, to see what animals we’d encounter next.
Tonight, at the Red Bull (are we really in Kenya???) Samantha went on a bit about Graeme and how much in love with him she is. She asked if I’d flown with him and I didn’t want to lie so I told her we did a Bermuda trip together last year. I didn’t volunteer any other information and fortunately she didn’t ask!
It’s fun going out with the girls, but they always talk about their boyfriends, and I never quite know what to say. Yes, I’m single but I still see my ex-boyfriend and there’s a guy I like an awful lot who makes a massive effort to keep in touch and even surprised me by showing up in New York for less than twenty-four hours. Oh yeah, and he lives six thousand miles from me, in LA!
Next stop was Bubbles disco (Kenya???) which was full of very nice looking Dutch guys. We had a lot of fun with them, one in particular, Kerneels, who was a great dancer. We had a good time on the dance floor, all until the slow songs came on, which is when I excused myself and went to the loo.
When I came out, Kerneels was leaning against the carved wooden staircase with his arms folded. He had a huge grin on his face. “You don’t like either?”
I laughed. “Not one bit, it’s so tacky.”
“I agree. We go back to the hotel?”
“Eh, ehm,” I stuttered.
“For a drink.”
“Uh, yes, maybe.”
“In the bar,” he smiled.
“Oh yes, that sounds good.”
Ah love, I wish it was as simple as it appears in the animal kingdom.