What did you do that for?

After yet another perfect bacon and banana on whole wheat and a spit-free latte at Kilimanjaro cafe at Manda Hill one sort of feels like having something sweet (even though one knows one is not supposed to have ANY sugar) and then one reads a blog post. 

Seems safe, hey? 

Not safe enough. 

One now craves, craves, and CRAVES Betty's way retro chocolate fridge cake (not a euphemism, an actual cake) and is probably insanely lucky, blood sugar and insulin level-wise that is, that the hotel room does not come with a kitchen. 

One has however yet again eaten the best chocolate since Finland - Cilla, Bateleur Investments Ltd. of Chisamba Zambia - but luckily only the one piece left on the pillow as a result of gross overtipping of the maid.

One is now almost forced to drink lots of wine to curb the sugar rush. Poor one.