Back to Burma on a losing streak and steak in short supply

Mgema akisifiwa, tembo hulitia maji (if the palm-wine tapper is praised for his wine, he dilutes it with water), our elders long warned.  That was my experience exactly at the Burma Market, where I returned last weekend, buoyed by the near-perfect experience at Nyambura’s tea kiosk weeks earlier.

I wanted to have my car’s engine cleaned. A friend proposed the Shell BP fuel station opposite the City Stadium.