Happy 4th of July!
I just had my first haircut in Sudan. It went pretty well and involved a lengthy discussion in Arabic and English about American policy in Sudan. After the hair cut the barber motioned for me to come to the corner of his little shop. He said in a very hushed voice in Arabic, "I got some special for you man." I thought oh boy... this is going to be bad... he's either going to offer me some hash, talk about the nearest brothel, or whip out his razor and cut the yankee's throat. Then leaning in really close to me, he whispered, "I've got the best honey in town." I thought to myself that there is no way he could be talking about food, so I said, "Are you talking about the honey you eat, or about ladies?" He said, "honey that you eat-- you know that you put on bread." At that point, I started cracking up and he looked somewhat offended and I said, "Next time man." As I was opening the door he yelled, "Best in town man." It was one of those weird experiences that happens now and then in this bizarre and lovely place called Khartoum. ~ E
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I'd love to see photos of your haircut -- and what a funny story -- and the irony is that I just read your entry after reading the summary of a interesting looking book -- Kabul Beauty School, about an American who opens a Beauty Salon in Afganistan. Funny alignment of moments.
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