Ramada Continental Jeddah
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-Steve had to put on pants to get on the flight!, good thing he had those zip up shorts/pants conversion handy
-this is the closest airport to Mecca so people on our flight were making the pilgrimage, men were cleansed and wearing what looked like towels, very interesting
-9 hr layover and we did not leave the airport so no real issue with the marriage name thing
-I heard that a plane full of women from *****ia ...
... woman. Streaks of silver run through her hair that is pulled into a pony tail. Her face kept wrinkle free from the use of skin care products.
“Sir it’s the Prime Minister.” She says and then hands him a military phone.
He takes it and says “Yes Mister Prime Minister.” She leaves the tent.
It’s a one way conversation. General Lally is ordered to contain the infestation zone with extreme ...
... I read once that you should not disclose your goals so as to better achieve them. The psychology behind disclosure is that you prime your mind into thinking you have actually completed the goal by talking about it and thus perhaps never set out to achieve it. Those three things I just mentioned are written down as life goals in a note book beside my bed. I wrote them years ago and read them often. Now that I’m on my way there’s no harm in talking about them I guess. I ...
... or there might not be. I’m leaving for Bangladesh next Tuesday for some adventure. Maybe sooner if the King closes schools and makes an 11 day holiday into a 2 week holiday.
I am in the process of setting up interviews. I will have one in November with a school in Romania. It will be done via skype.
Until then I’ll keep hammering away and get back on my feet with each loss because that’s the only way to ever get a win.
Thanks for ...
... I fumbled in my pockets as a last ditch hope of finding enough shells to blow the brains out of the six zombies that had surrounded me. A few last shells to unleash hell. To shatter the heads of these undead into shards of flesh. My hands shook. Heart beat faster than it had ever beaten before.
They had some form of intelligence. They channelled it through their eyes. It peered into my very soul. This was the end for me. Their blood shot eyes darted nervously. ...