Spent a lovely evening with some American dude named Kevin. I called him New York the whole time, he called me Village woman. We drank “Dr Livingstone I Presume,” a whiskey drink with honey and mint that tasted like tea. Alyssa, you would have loved it. You would have hated the colonialism of this place, though. Really.
Nice for a drink, but… overall, no thanks, Royal Livingstone… we are in the 21st century. The scramble for Africa is over.