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... Arabic. He didn't want me to pay so I did anyway. With the traffic and the fact that we missed the road made me late but Yousof waited. We had to take a metered taxi because my new friend thought that it was better... too much money was exchanged as the cabby drove around in a roundabout fashion.
My Arabic is AWESOME. Sorta. I understood when Yousof told the driver that I'd lived in Sana'a for four years and that I chewed qat (gat in colloquial) everyday. I ...
Here's 2--3 Weeks Worth of Blog
... br> the ultimate goal of Wadi Ajhar. I'm sure all the little towns in the
area have names and probably the names are bigger than the villages
themselves but I didn't learn any of them. Even the name of the town
that we lunched at. But a segue those 'villages' are just a few
buildings clinging, when I say clinging, I mean it to the cliff
faces. We ate a lunch kindly provided by... well a lot of people but
I only remember Jeri and Sabri (le president). It was ...
White bread, qat, and sweat pants
... several mosques and I can hear the call from at least 5 if not more.
Waking up: I always wake up to a relative calm because shops don't really open until 8 or 9. Apparently everybody is up late chewing qat so the day starts later. I get to see the beautiful pink sunrises when I wake up to the quiet Yemen outside my window.
To sum this up, I'd rather be in Yemen than any other place in the world. Mostly because the history here blows my mind. ...
Day late and a dollar short
I know I'm a day behind but I'm struggling to keep up...
Okay two quick notes to start the blog:
Still no sign of my luggage and I got the coolest phone EVER! I'm mean for goodness sake it has a...wait for it... FLASHLIGHT. I know, right? This phone is almost cooler than the one I have at home (which has internet and a navigator). Let's go over it's extensive features. If I hold down the star button it tells me the time out loud. ...
Not my fault this is late, the internet was down
... I'm sure it
had a use but it kind of looked like the Puyallup fairgrounds post
fair. And over a sort of impromptu dump I saw the wall. THE wall. Of
Old Sana'a. I was so unbelievably excited. The interior of those
walls was what I had come for. Not for Arabic nor for my Evergreen
class but for the centuries of history steeped into the walls (in
some places the wall in 48 feet thick) of the city. (P.S. No pictures
today. Inshallah tomorrow.) I mean, ...


