Then I met up with Heather and her seemingly sane/urbane/yet tearing around on a motorcycle-maniac husband, Martin. We ate dinner at an Indian restaurant of which there are so very many because of point 1) above.
I got to have something I’d never had before and is one of the staples of Indian restaurants in South Africa. I ate a bunny. A bunny is either 1/4 or 1/2 or 1 whole loaf of dense white bread hollowed out with a curry poured in and a bit of the inside bread positioned on top I think, just guessing, to represent a little cottontail. It was, in fact, delicious.