Stick a pork in me

Good lord.
The last two days have consisted of eating food...and a few events in between. Last night we went out to dinner at a local pub near my host family's house. It was fantastic. Tons of open outdoor space with a view of the stars and the moon; a sweet playlist which included songs by Backstreet Boys, West Life, Mariah Carey, Shaggy and Ace of Base; and an unbelievable amount of pork.
Nigel ordered 6 pork kabobs for us to share. The pork is cooked over an open grill with a few added spices. There are no bbq sauces or extra flavoring added. True pork. They stick about 8 bite-sized pieces on each kabob, so 6 of them were plenty...but Nigel wasn't satisfied.
In addition to our kabobs, he ordered 4 ribs. I supported the decision, because I liked the idea of pork ribs under the stars. Well, these ribs must've been taken from a mutant warthog because they were the biggest ribs I'd ever seen. And actually, each rib was two ribs stuck together by huge chunks of meat. So I basically consumed an entire hog. Delicious.
Tonight we went to another great place called the Lawns. There was a live jazz band which played for 2.5 hours straight. No break! They were excellent. Anyway, this restaurant prides itself on the game meat it serves. So we got a sampler of impala, ostrich and springbok. They were doused in spices, so it was hard to tell if the unique meats were actually good. All I know is that they tasted great. No complaints from me. Then I ordered a wrap and a salad. Plus about four beers. Ugh.
Sprinkled in these two days were two enormous lunches and huge breakfasts. I wish Africans worked out. I need to go for a run...