so i’m at the px yesterday. i go into the fur store and there are 4 guys from the u.a.e. posing with daniel boone style hats on while a 5th is taking a pic with his camera.

so all 4 guys with these ridiculous hats complete with the fox head on the front of the hat are yelling at the guy with the camera, “bisuraa!, harr! ana harra!” in various combinations for him to hurry and snap the pic. because it was hot.

ok, little side note. i’ve been to the u.a.e.. it’s damn hot there! why were they complaining here? it was like 85?

but i listened to them talk for a sec, and laughed at their joking and giving the incompetant photographer hell. in arabic of course.
hey! every opportunity to practice my arabic.

then i left and went and rejoined my friends in front of the internet store. around 3 minutes later, all 5 soldiers from the u.a.e. filed out to leave, and one of them, whose name is khaled, did a hard right turn and began talking to me.

quickly he figured out i knew arabic. he asked if i had ever been to an arabic country before and if i was a “professional”.

i got real wary.

so the crux of the conversation? i have a standing invitation to go to the u.a.e. compound for dinner with khaled. and make a little money too!

sheez. i need to get out of this place. fast!

27 days, and y’all can expect a much more robust blogging menu and much more regular posting as well.

one day at a time.