Today marks the end of Ramadan. Driving back from the airport last night, after picking up a rather cold Mike, we saw the new sliver of moon, gently lit from underneath. We came home via Zaika in Kromboom avenue, run by the charming Yusuf, or as he puts it, " people phone Zaika and ask if I am the man with the beard". It has just re-opened three months after a terrible fire, and although they were actually closing, when he saw our sad puppy faces, he offered to make anything as long as it was not with naan. Two butter chicken with rotis later, we were gratefully content.
He told us about the famous people who frequent his restaurant - Sean Thompson the surfer, and he was sure the tall athletic man who had just wished him Eid Mubarak plays for Santos football club. It was on the tip of my tongue to introduce him to homeboy Mike, who grew up down the road in Gleemore. My guess is Yusuf is a sports lover rather than a theater lover :)
Step 20, cycle 20, row 10, good girl/bad girl 10
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