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Yesterday was my last hurrah, but I got the captain to extend leave until 0000 for me to say some good-byes.
So, the Camels. Ramadan ruined the camel racing for lilly and I. I guess there is some sort of ban on camel racing during ramadan. And speaking of Islam, I have been walking around in a turban for about a week or so and only found out tonight that if you wear a turban, and are obviousally drunk and disorderly and most Definetly NOT a muslim, it is kind of offensive. I'm the ted danson of Ramadan....
Yeah, so anyway, Lilly and I were at the beach for the camels, but there were no camels so we got drunk and ate a freaking wonderful dish that I don't know what it is called. But it is like a giant pancake two feet across with grilled cow and scotch bonnett peppers and tangy sauce. You tear off a piece of the pancake and scoop up the meat with it. Spicy, and no utensils required. Perfect for a couple of drunks. Perfect for a whole bunch of drunks, which was what ended up at our table by the tme we left.
So I have to go now. Down a couple of Heinekins and get back to the ship in a an hour or two. The next cople of days are going to be hectic. The word on the street is that the Steevedores have already picked out their stowing-away spots on the barge.
so i have to go now. I bought an old(er) woman a couple of cans of milk for her(?) baby. The same baby that woke me up by peeing on me a couple of mornings ago. The same baby that she keeps begging me to put inside my back pack and take to america. Har! If the special monkey won't fly with the captain (you better believe I asked him about the possibilities...), I'm sure the lil' tyke wouldn't go over very well at all. Afterall, he don't even know how to smoke yet fer chrissake.
It is too bad that I only had three days to be back in this "space", but the ship is headed to Moorhead city, NC for a load. That cuts off about a week of transit time off of the original destination of NOLA. So I'll be back stateside mid-december, and I'm going to do some fancy footwork to get out of spending the "holidays" with the family. But I'm getting ahead of myself here. And the baby is hungry. Lil' feller just better not pee on me again.
So, the Camels. Ramadan ruined the camel racing for lilly and I. I guess there is some sort of ban on camel racing during ramadan. And speaking of Islam, I have been walking around in a turban for about a week or so and only found out tonight that if you wear a turban, and are obviousally drunk and disorderly and most Definetly NOT a muslim, it is kind of offensive. I'm the ted danson of Ramadan....
Yeah, so anyway, Lilly and I were at the beach for the camels, but there were no camels so we got drunk and ate a freaking wonderful dish that I don't know what it is called. But it is like a giant pancake two feet across with grilled cow and scotch bonnett peppers and tangy sauce. You tear off a piece of the pancake and scoop up the meat with it. Spicy, and no utensils required. Perfect for a couple of drunks. Perfect for a whole bunch of drunks, which was what ended up at our table by the tme we left.
So I have to go now. Down a couple of Heinekins and get back to the ship in a an hour or two. The next cople of days are going to be hectic. The word on the street is that the Steevedores have already picked out their stowing-away spots on the barge.
so i have to go now. I bought an old(er) woman a couple of cans of milk for her(?) baby. The same baby that woke me up by peeing on me a couple of mornings ago. The same baby that she keeps begging me to put inside my back pack and take to america. Har! If the special monkey won't fly with the captain (you better believe I asked him about the possibilities...), I'm sure the lil' tyke wouldn't go over very well at all. Afterall, he don't even know how to smoke yet fer chrissake.
It is too bad that I only had three days to be back in this "space", but the ship is headed to Moorhead city, NC for a load. That cuts off about a week of transit time off of the original destination of NOLA. So I'll be back stateside mid-december, and I'm going to do some fancy footwork to get out of spending the "holidays" with the family. But I'm getting ahead of myself here. And the baby is hungry. Lil' feller just better not pee on me again.
