MK reporting under the guise of Shelma’s virtual persona.

Eating food here is an amazing experience. I feel clumsy trying to write it out. If I would just be able to relay what it’s like to eat barbecue here, in the restaurants that spill out into the street — with the ladies sweating, carrying the coals and the meat and the alcohol everywhere, as if they would for all eternity, in the thick heat that sticks onto you like another skin — and the smoke swirls under your nose, and the fire burns and the food covers the entire table… if I would be able to describe such a thing, I would be quite a writer. And I could stop babbling about these silly dreams.