Business or Economy?

I had a terrible experience with one friend who wanted to travel to Kilimanjaro for the weekend but her travel agents had erroneously booked her into Economy instead of the usual first class/business class that she normally travels. Kilimanjaro is about 1 hour's flight from Entebbe right?


The Good Samaritan I am, I offered to drop her off at the airport. Upon reaching the airport, I asked her whether she had her ticket, passport and all the necessary baggage she needed for this trip and she confirmed she had everything.


I asked her to check her ticket before we got to the check-in counter, when she gave a small exclamation....!

She had been booked in Economy class.

"I cannot travel economy, I just can't!" she insisted.

"Well at least you will all get to Kili.." I told her "Just for this once travel economy then you can sort out your return on the way back. After all, it's hardly an hour's flight and there's not much of a big deal" I continued.

"I am entitled to a business class seat and so I have to get one today... someone is going to pay for this," she replied

Personally I found nothing wrong with her taking the economy class seat/ticket and enjoying her one hour flight to Kilimanjaro. As a matter of fact, the flight itself was not so full so if she can sweet talk the Purser on board the aircraft to upgrade her to business that would also help.

Alas, my dear friend did not share the same thoughts and insisted on a business class seat. I could only see a spoilt brat in her. I quickly said my goodbyes and drove off.

Thinking about it, when it comes to going to Heaven to meet the Big One, will she have the choice of a business class seat?

By the pool, at the beach

It is very relaxing when you spend a Sunday afternoon at the beach and take in all the scenery from all sides. Well, I had taken ages without going to the beach, so this weekend I decided to give myself and family a treat.

There were scenes and "scenes"there were. Anyway, for one who has been to "outside countries" you can just take in the different scenery and get on with basking in the African sun taking a ice cold Smirnoff red (yap, I graduated from a Krest Bitter lemon to this new found quencher). Otherwise you would be left gaping after every bikini clad body that passed.

But what really got my attention, on one side of the pool area was this well endowed African woman in a bikini. All was eye catching apart from the flat tummy. From the full cup boobs held in two flimsy cups of a bustier, was a behind that was well ENDOWED (.....I nearly had to put blindfolds on some of the male swimmers lest they drowned), clad in a micro bikini. The funny thing was that she knew the attention she was getting and did not stop running around the pool, waving and jumping like a small kid.

On the male side, like that was not enough we had these friends from the Orient dressed in swim trunks.....Yes!!!! Trunks are the right attire for men not shorts" I wanted to scream. They kept walking around the big pool. Whoa! one would exclaim when seeing them with shades and all feeling mzuri for themselves glancing at the big pool and sizing it like Pros. I was dismayed later when the poor chaps ended up practising how to float from the baby pool alongside my daughter, while displacing my son and his friends.

Then last but not least were my fellow country men - big bellies, knock knees and all dressed in shorts only leaving the chests bare for all to see. Go! go! go! I almost whispered to myself, yeah let's show them that we also know how to dress for the beach and swim. One hefty guy tried a dive into the pool, ended up splashing water all over the place. Ouch! it must have hurt. What with water soaking me and spoiling my basking I called it a day. It was enough scenery for the day.