Travel Blogs from Sanaa
... said, "Yes." Okay not typical. Not me AT ALL.
So Danielle dressed me up in the lowest v-neck shirt I've ever worn in my life (yep, in mother-friggin' Yemen) and Jann, Jann's co-worker (again I shall butcher a name) Kalifa (totally from Burkina Faso), and Yousof came and picked me up and we all went to the Russian Club. The Russian Club. It was at one point described to me as a porch with alcohol and a plethora of prostitutes. When I heard prostitutes I ...
... baby I am an I have
an overdeveloped sense of self-preservation. So blah, blah, blah the
people at the school have hoses and are trying to tame the raging
inferno/ piddling fire.
was pretty awesome the we happened to have the truck that fills the
water tanks at the school that day. They drover around to the other
side of the fence ans successfully put out the fire. Then some of the
soldiers posted nearby popped over with their AK-47s. I can ...
... Kevin tried to get a charger and some school supplies, and Danielle went in search of some pencils.
Baad a thalik ('after that,' I felt like I was repeating myself too much so I switched to Arabic) the newbies (myself included) and Danielle went to the 'Palestinian Restaurant' where they only sell Yemeni food. Good times. Three of us got tasks to complete as part of our placement test so we headed out to the old city...again. Aaron had ...
... me up and we waited for my luggage... and waited and waited. Then he and I sat around for an hour to talk to the lost luggage bag guy. I was totally chill with the whole scenario until I found out that it was my fault that my luggage was in Amman.
I felt so bad then. This poor, exceedingly nice man had to wait forever and help me fill out the forms for something that was my fault. Oh well. It should be coming soon (Inshallah).
Then I had a nice ...
... in a dinky airport like Sanaa. At first the nice 'migra’ man doesn’t want to do it, pointing me to the $60 visa window, but I persist and he eventually relents. Of course being stuck in the transit lounge in Sanaa is hardly a thrill but sounds better than buying a visa just to walk out the front door and wait there. I’d rather wait in the ...