August 2007
3 posts
Produce Specialist Anyone?
Shopping at Faddoul’s Market for dinner a couple of nights ago reminded me of how pleasant it is to have the assistance of a specialist at various points throughout the day. In the States, most specialists assist me with things like my network connectivity, or my cell phone plan. That is all nice and well - but imagine having someone to assist us with things like shopping. Yes, yes, the rich...
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Oops, it’s gone…
My beard is gone. Kaput. Shaved off. Down the drain. Funny looks at the super marche in Christian dominated Jounieh, coupled with the fact that my beard/no-mustache combo made me look conspicuously like a member ofFatah Al Islam, hastened my decision to bic it all off. On Friday, I made a visit to Halou’s coiffure in the old souq and had the head beard tamed a bit. Now I look nice and respectable....
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Holy Shit
Ok, any attempts at blogging regularly went straight out the window when I landed in Tel Aviv. I leave for Beirut tomorrow, via the West Bank’s Allenby/King Hussein Bridge into Amman from East Jerusalem. I’ve got to run up to Ramat Gan to grab my Jordanian visa and then hope for the best when I land in Beirut. So far I have been lucky enough to be remain stampless crossing into and out of...