Playing monopoly

Unbelievably, I made it through the afternoon without eating anything, as per Kev's instructions. As the day wore on, though, I got progressively more snappy, especially when I realized that he hadn't even noticed how well I'd stuck to my mini-fast. What, pray tell, was the point of doing it if he won't acknowledge it? It was Kevin who snapped, however, when he saw our dinner bill. Despite the fact that they'd served exactly the same buffet, our supper had cost twice as much as lunch did. Worse, though, as my husband pointed out, was the fact that they were most likely serving us the afternoon's leftovers.

At least the salad was fresh, because tomatoes and cucumber don't air well so it would be readily noticable if they were a day old. Also, drinks are more reasonably priced, with a tot of rum coming in at only R15 and a litre of water at R11 (as opposed to Namutoni's R28 and R25 respectively). Suprisingly, diesel isn't more expensive here. Kev says it's actually 20c cheaper than it was in Outja. On our way to Wolwedans, we stopped in Betta, and they wanted to charge us double the going rate for fuel. Luckily, we have a long-range tank, so we decided to continue on our 80km scenic detour and fill up in Sossousvlei a few days later instead.
That's the problem with these place that don't have any competition keeping their prices reasonable. They can rob you blindly, and there's nothing you can do about it. Well, not nothing... As Kev observed, we could boycott the restaurant and simply forgo dinner. However, considering how moody I'm becoming, it might be worth the extra money to get my blood sugar back up.