A Spot of Tea, A Bottle of Beer and How to Define "Moron"

Friday evening we enjoyed a "spot of tea" with Ronnie. He is our neighbor in Isinya and is a Protestant Irish missionary. He has lived in Kenya in various places for the last 14 years. His family is currently back in Ireland since one of his daughters is very ill, however they come to visit sometimes. Ronnie offered us real English breakfast tea (a very welcome break from the kenyan chai-a lot of milk and even more sugar with a splash of weak chai thrown in for good measure), buttered toast and meat flavored potato chips. I confesss I was secretly hoping for a "spot" of proper whiskey but perhaps on Tuesday when we have dinner with him and another irish missionary who will be returning from the UK. We discussed american ignorance (a very popular topic anywhere in the world except the US apparently), health care in africa, and cats. Ronnie invited us to come to the deep interior with himself and some other missionary type folks this coming weekend. We are very exctied.

Friday night we decided to have a night out at the moonlight hotel to drink some beers and shoot some pool. There are three beers here. Guiness, Pilsner, and Tusker. Tusker is an excellent lager (surpassed only by Pennsylvania's finest-Yuengling...mmmmm) served in large bottles. The slogan is "My Country, My Beer". We played some pool (Kenyans have some interesting rules and the table is missing some of the balls) and chatted with the locals. I learned some "proper" kenyan dancing from a lady whom i suspect is a practising employee of the world's oldest profession, adn towards the end of the night a melee broke out. One gent bitch-slapped another and off they went throwing fisticuffs and generally making a mess of the place until they were booted. A wise sage seated next to my dancing friend informed me that when drunk men are morons. He then asked me if i knew what a moron was and without waiting for a response stated:
"A moron is someone who will fight for a lie on a loan."