April 16th, 1990
Hotel Inter-Continental, Nairobi, Kenya
Because it was such a late night (around four when I finally got back to my room!) I didn’t surface ‘til lunchtime. Samantha had put a note under my door asking me to meet her at the pool and I must’ve still been drunk because I didn’t waste any time donning my cossie and making my way there.
“Morning,” Samantha chirped.
“Argh, please don’t speak too loud.”
“Does it hurt that much?”
“Does actually,” I groaned.
“Well that’s what you get for drinking too much at the hotel bar with Colonel or whatever his name is.”
“Derives from Cornelius, apparently.”
“Oh I say, your conversation went that far huh?”
I laughed. “How did you know I was at the hotel bar?”
“Somebody on the other crew that’s friends with Marissa spotted you and rang her then she rang me this morning.”
I rolled my eyes. “Honestly. Nothing is sacred in the flying world.”
“Did anything happen?”
“We had a bit of a snog after he walked me back to my room.”
“Ooooohhhhhh,” she cooed.
“It was really nice actually.”
“I’m sure it was. I like tall guys too, which is strange because Graeme’s not that tall.”
No, I thought. He’s not.
“Colonel,” she continued, “looked about six three? Six four?”
“Six five apparently.”
“Quite the conversation you had by the sounds of it and I’m not surprised, you two seemed to really hit it off on the dance floor.”
I smiled. “I do like a guy who can dance.”
“Graeme’s not much of a dancer,” she sighed.
No he’s not.
“But he likes to drink,” she said, staring off into the distance.
Yes he does.
“And snog,” I blurted, without meaning to.
Samantha spun her head towards me. “What did you say?”
“Eh, Kerneel, he, we, like I said, we, eh snogged.”
“And all of this chat and snogging took place outside your room?”
“Yes,” I grinned. “Of course it did.”
“Yeah, right,” she said, winking. “How’s your head now?”
“I could say that’ll teach you but I think we all know how this works.”
“Yes,” I said, rubbing my forehead. “I think we do.”