Krest Bitter Lemon is a drink that’s widely available in Kenya, Uganda and Tanzania.
While living in Kenya for five years, I developed a taste for the drink. It’s bright, refreshing and not too sweet.
But you can’t buy it in my town in Colorado, no matter how hard you try.
You need to travel. You’ll see, feel and taste things that you won’t experience in your hometown. Guaranteed, you will encounter life in ways you can’t where you live.
Travel can be expensive, but it’s a better way to hit the reset button than almost anything else I know.
- My son Benjamin brought this plastic Krest bottle back after his time in Uganda during the summer of 2015. When he brought it, there was liquid inside. That wasn’t for long.
- Krest (and Schweppes) Bitter Lemon originally contained quinine, a malaria preventative substance.
- My post at My Part of Nairobi about Krest Bitter Lemon received more visits than any other post in history. Here’s why.
I love going to bookstores. Since much of my professional life has been spent doing graphic design, I love seeing how other graphic designers interpret the themes of books.
Lately, Nineteen Eighty-Four has been a popular book in the United States. The current political situation has caused some to think of the world depicted in that novel. (You’ll get no commentary on me about that, at least at this point. I’m really burned out on politics.)
I enjoyed finding three different paperback versions of the novel on the bookshelves of The Tattered Cover. Each one is very dissimilar. And they have three varying price tags: $9.99, $16 and $17.I did not take the time to discover the creators’ names, but I’d guess that there are three different artists.
I did not take the time to discover the creators’ names, but I’d guess that there are three different artists.
My favorite is the mostly white cover, which seems the most modern. (And again, I didn’t research the publication dates.)
It’s fascinating to me how different people interpret the same thing in such varied ways. I’d guess that there must be at least 100 different covers for that famous novel, that was published in 1949.
That figure is what this Jeep owner paid to have gigantic wheels and tires. He (or she) sits head and shoulders above many of the teeming masses below.
Besides the added financial cost, they pay the price for this privilege in several other ways:
- Reduced fuel economy
- Increased road noise
- Reduced number of off-road trails that can be accessed, due to the massive width
- Reduced top speed
- Increased opportunities to end up head-over-heels, due to a much higher center of gravity
- Greatly reduced visibility out the rear-view mirror
- Inaccurate speed readings from the speedometer
- Scaring drivers that are faint of heart
Is it worth the extra cost? I’m sure the owner thinks so.
My take? Buy a large bumper sticker that expresses your individuality.
My vehicle? No added exterior content. No bumper stickers. (I express my individuality in other ways — like by writing this.)
Sometimes things in life don’t get better. Or they do, but not on our timetable.
I ride my bicycle to work once or twice a week. My bike’s skinny tires and thin rims transmit variations in the road surface very accurately to my palms and rear end.
During the past four months, the city of Centennial tore up a road that’s part of my commute. It was much better before the destruction than after.
Maybe they will repave the whole road, but I am not expecting that to happen anytime soon.
So it is in our lives… injuries happen. We lose our jobs. People leave. Things happen that are the exact opposite of what we’d choose.
And then situations don’t always change the way we’d like.
But all is not lost. Sometimes we grow stronger because of a difficult situation.
One of the most inspiring people I know has a physical challenge that makes communication difficult. But she has not let that get in her way. She runs circles around many people who don’t face the challenges she does.
I’m not going to say, “Look for the silver lining.” You might be so deep in your challenge that a silver lining is not even on the far horizon.
One reality that I’ve found is God’s way of fixing stuff that appears unfixable. Ask God. Why not… what do you have to lose? (My caveat is that God is not a magic button that you push to get instant results. God’s timetable is usually different than ours.)
As to bad roads, one upside was remembering that the worst roads in Centennial, Colorado, are better than the best roads in some other places I’ve lived.
And one of the silver linings in my life is my son Ben. Today is his 21st birthday. Things got better when he arrived. (Sometimes it does get better.)
I need to change my attitudes.
It’s really easy for me to think my way is the best.
Heather and I recently bought a used car to make our lives less complicated. We carefully chose the model that had the very best balance of fun and fuel savings. And we love it.
I also have taken a lot of satisfaction in the thought that this is a car that few people choose. It’s fun to be off the beaten path.
But I tend to look at other cars and attack their lack of practicality or wasteful use of fuel. And then I judge their owners for their shiny, new vehicle-of-choice that does not fit my narrow set of parameters.
So I’m working on changing my attitudes.
“Be humble, thinking of others as better than yourselves” (from here).
I had a free week.
I won a visitor’s pass to a luxury athletic club not far from where I work. It was like getting to test drive a Ferrari — something mere mortals like me rarely experience.
If I were to rate the establishment on Google, I’d probably give it 5 stars. But would I ever join? No.
One simple barrier keeps me from making that part of my lifestyle… I can’t afford it.
Yes, it was great to put my clothes in a mahogany-faced locker. I loved the gourmet shampoo and body wash (in two flavors). I liked the fact that I could get a few free initial consultations with a professional trainer, so I could learn how to exercise better.
But for approximately five times what 24-Hour Fitness charges, I can’t justify the hit to our monthly expenses.
Heck, I can’t even justify 24-Hour Fitness at the moment.
Gotta stick with free bicycle commutes.
(I took the photo from the balcony, overlooking the tennis courts.)