Travel Blogs from Sanaa
I've decided to take up some swearing to really put forth the point in some of these stories. I'll try to keep it at a low and try and make it muted... but alas it maybe seen.
Right now, as I hear the friggin' cat (Curry, renamed "Shorba" which means soup as that's to be her future), I'm tempted to wrap her up (except she claws and bites) and take her via taxi to the edge of the city and dump her so strong is my vehement hatred of her. She's a monster that not only ...
... clear stream that I
imagine was a raging river in its heyday, the plethora of green plant
life, and the women wearing their niqabs doing laundry and washing
dishes in the stream. We climbed back down and met up with group #1.
They'd found a super little swimming hole so the dudes had gone
swimming. Me and my appropriate Yemeni modesty watched on with
headed back toward the little town because we'd seen a road in
... longer than a month and I bought a phone card for my mumtaz (awesome) phone.
I got owned by Arabic. And I met a nice Yemeni in the YCMES business English program. We're going to meet up twice a week and I'm going to correct his English and he my Arabic.
Tomorrow I'll be more fantastic and in depth. Annnnnnddddddd there's going to be some fun stuff to write about tomorrow.
... been living here for
2,500 years. 490 years before Christ.
The Kingdom of Saba (or Sheba... yep,
as in the Queen of Sheba) had a capital east of here in Ma'rib, (off
limits much to my chagrin- it makes me die inside that I can't go
there) but when the Himyarites conquered them, they moved the capital
to Sana'a. It doesn't get anymore historic than that.
We finally got there. We wandered the
calm streets of the ...
... sucking face would be a bit over the top. (P.S. I've never had an Edward versus Jacob life dilemma because I've never read the books but after seeing this playing I've decided I'd side with Jacob... even with the shorts.)
Oh man don't hold your breath through this one. This is the LONGEST day of my life.
I can't begin to express how grateful I am to the man that helped me get a hotel in Amman. If not for him I would have missed some of the ...