It was either at Jordan or Syria where this very nice woman tried to sell me som
e remote-conrol drop-off underwear, which was unexpected. And it was at the Indian food court (near Vietnam) where we ordered one or two things from every shop and had a giant smorgasbord.
In Morocco we found all manner of tagines, and thought it unfortunate that Emmo wasn't around. In Pakistan we found all manner of leather jackets, and nearly bought one for Mr. Dan, but restrained ourselves. In Yemen we tasted honey labelled, "For Married Persons Only." In Rwanda we found some really cool artwork, which I again restrained myself from buying, and in China we found nothing but knockoff crap. In Thailand we had some of these delicious little rice-flour snacky sweet things and some Thai massage parlours offering 1/2hr foot massage for 60 AED. Not bad, but we didn't have time to waste in this glorious wonderland.
The most exciting part came at the end of the night, when we left Global Village to drive home and... the sky opened up. We had a huge rainstorm which immediately flooded a lot of the streets and made it difficult to get home. It reminded me of Portland! The cause? From The National Newspaper:
"This week’s unsettled weather was caused by a layer of cold area that has moved over the country from Iran. "
Damn that Iran.
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Man... I can't believe the tagines AND the rain waited until I left to show up... Sounds like good times.
Two things. First, Midge is DYING to buy a tagine, but has avoided it for two years at least.
Second, remote-control drop-off underwear? What? Please explain.
Well you see, there's some kind of latch in the front that comes unlatched when you press the remote control. Then - bloop! - it falls to the floor. The kind sales lady demonstrated for us.
I can only assume that when you said that she "tried" to sell you remote controlled underwear, you actually meant that she did sell you remote controlled underwear.
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