In which Jordan runs and Nathan has a tantrum.

This post is tangentially food related, eventually. Hang in there.

So, I am not a runner. I'm not entirely un-athletic- in my earlier 20's I competed in a ton of triathlons and 5 half marathons as well as belonged to a master's swim team. But I have never really taken to running. It's always a chore and though I have that mental image of myself looking like a buff woman in a Nike ad, bounding through fields of grass, it's never been like that for me. Running hurts. And after wearing flip flops for two straight years in Samoa, my feet are pretty messed up. However, Nathan bought me a pair of these as a surprise a few months ago:

They're called "Vibram FiveFingers". Yes, they are goofy looking and the first time I wore them my feet felt funky- but in a very happy, light and comfortable way. I've worn them to walk around in a bunch of times and really like the fit (and yes, I do get funny looks). But today I decided to actually run in them- which is what they are for. Oh. My. Gosh. Amazing. I didn't go far (you are supposed to only run short distances for a while to get used to the feel) but my feet and shins didn't hurt one bit. Normally even a hundred meters of jogging would be painful. Amazing. Maybe I will finally be that buff woman in the Nike ad bounding through a grassy field. With giraffes. I saw 8 giraffes from the car the other day. Also amazing.

Ok. Moving on to Nathan's tantrum.

When we first started dating and I met his family, his brother and father delighted in telling me the story of a tantrum he threw sometime in early elementary school at his birthday party. Apparently someone gave him a gift that he absolutely did not want, and he responded by screaming something along the lines of "I hate this gift!" and flinging said gift across the room. (I think it was a GI Joe type toy.) While the story cracked me up, I didn't fully believe it because I couldn't imagine Nathan throwing a tantrum.

Well. I can now imagine it.

The other day, we were in Nairobi for some work stuff. It was lunchtime, we were hungry, so we asked the taxi driver to drop us off at a place to grab a quick bite to eat. He brought us to an eatery which resembled a strip mall with about 15 different cafes with large menus posted outside their stall. Most were Indian food, with some Chinese, BBQ and ice cream thrown in. There were dozens of picnic tables to eat at.

We headed towards one end of the eatery and began to walk our way towards the other end in order to skim the menus at each place and make our decision. However, about 30 seconds after our arrival, a swarm of men approached us, wielding menus and hawking their varied specials. We attempted to continue down the strip of cafes and peruse the menus, but the men (I'm guessing about 15+ men?) continued to hover, waving their menus in our face, letting us know the daily specials were 'very very nice'. Nathan forged on, and I followed, with a man closely following me who was literally chanting his menu at me "chapatti paneer chicken tikka garlic nan mutton tikka plain nan aloo paneer with chapatti". I've never felt so overwhelmed when attempting to select a lunch. We continued on, plunging through men and menus. I went to my 'happy place'. Nathan did not.

He stopped. The men stopped (though continued chanting their daily specials). He turned around to face the crowd.

"Hey! Hey! Woah! Guys! Be quiet! Stop following us! Go away! We are trying to decide where to eat! If you continue to shove your menu in my face and shout at me, I will specifically NOT get a meal at your restaurant!! Leave us alone!" In a loud voice. Causing several shopkeepers to look up and snicker at the irate muzungu. But also causing the vast majority of the men to walk away looking slightly stunned.

We sat down at a picnic table, ordered paneer tikka (which was delicious) from the nearest restaurant and ate in peace. (Aside from one bold worker who cautiously approached our table to see if we wanted tea or coffee from his cafe. Luckily for him, we did.)

Apparently this is how it works, though, at this particular eatery. Other clientele approached, selected a picnic table, and were immediately surrounded by at least a dozen men and menus. (There is one person sitting at the table in the picture above.) Also, you can't read it in the picture, but the red signs say something along the lines of "you must order your meal directly from the restaurant". Hmmm.

The restaurants apparently also offer a drive-in option. You can pull your car up, and the same 15 men will somehow proffer their menus through your window. (Unfortunately I took this photo after half of the men had left. There was one man who somehow squeezed half of his upper body into her car.)

Will we return? Unsure. Our food was pretty stellar (we have noticed that food from a mall food court, and strip mall type food, is unexpectedly delicious). Our paneer tikka was great. I think next time we'll just have to resign ourselves to sitting at the picnic table and suffer the barrage of men and menus. Though, I suppose given Nathan's tanty, we might be refused service.