If anyone told you that there's nothing to do in Nairobi apart from eat, drink and work - they lied. Friday: I realise that there's a Sunday morning Zumba class at the Aga Khan Sports Club, and ambitiously decide to go. I invite a friend to go with me, because, duh, accountability + more fun. Saturday evening: 10 a.m. on a Sunday morning? Am I suuuuure I want to do this? I just jogged for 30 minutes, that's gotta count for something. Saturday night: Okay, I just had Hashmi and wine. No excuses. We're doing this!!! Sunday morning, 9:55 a.m.: Just drove in. An hour of Zumba! YEAH!!! Sunday morning, 10:05 a.m.: This is awesome! I am going to ROCK this class. Nothing hurts! Jump higher? Sure!! Sunday morning, 10:10 a.m.: Okay, so maybe I'm a little more out of shape than I'd like to admit. Sunday morning, 10:15 a.m.: Holy shit, how is she moving like that?! Is the human body even meant to be able to do that? Maybe I can try! Sunday morning, 10:16 a.m.: Okay, ow. D...