Yesterday I went to Chez Tintin again, the place by the water. We sat on rocks and explored the two rusted ships that where shipwrecked by the side of the river (mostly they were ghostly shells of their former selves, smelt weird and had lot of flies breeding around them).
I ordered my usual (Liboké--the grilled fish in Banana leaves, and Chikwangue--the manioc bread-like slices), drenching my Chikwangue in the wonderfully tasteful and spicy sauce inside the banana leaf.
I was so good I licked everyone of my fingers.
Today my stomach is cramping up like crazy. Ooow. Why-oh-why must something so good be so painful? Isn't there anything enjoyable that is remorse free anymore?
Give me M&Ms or give me death!!