Jul 26, 2006
Apr 01, 2008
The flight from London, through Bahrain and Oman, was long and arduous, as expected. It was at least made somewhat interesting by feeling myself slowly becoming submerged in a sea of alien culture. Womyn fully robed in black abayas, bowing and praying to Mecca in the airport waiting area; hordes of men looking just like the ones I've been taught to be terrified of, themselves wrapped in unfamiliar garments and sporting long, salt-and-pepper beards. Hearing English read over the loudspeaker as the 2nd, sometimes 3rd language, rather than the 1st. And staring blankly out the airplane windows as we passed benignly over cities and landscapes whose names I've only heard spoken in the context of occupation and warfare.