The first excitement of the week began with my first ever poker game, kindly hosted by The Hat. Needless to say I lost terribly, but now I know the poker tactics/faces of at least four card-game-playing chaps. PREPARE FOR IMMINENT POKER-RELATED DOMINATION. Stupid poker. Stupid boys. To show that I wasn't a complete poker failure, I have helpfully included a picture of my mid-game pile of chips. If you're reading this because you're after a deep and meaningful insight into life in Sudan and all the vibrant cultural goings-on here....my apologies.
Our friend then very kindly invited us back to his in-laws for dinner, and then afterwards to a horticultural show, because y'know, they're all the rage in lovely moist green fecund Khartoum. Dinner itself was certainly an experience. Upon arrival at the house, The Tedious Englishman was immediately taken off to eat manly man food with the men, because he is a man, and I was to eat with the women. This is standard practice in most Sudanese homes I think, so it wasn't a problem as such. However, if you're a female guest being all 'with the women', this means you sit there by yourself whilst they are busy getting dinner ready for everyone. If you're a male guest, you get to sit and chat with people, or in this case, SLEEP FOR AGES. Fortunately, I was able to invest some serious time in my phone's solitaire scores, which is always a plus. I should also point out that, when I actually got to talk to them, the women were all lovelies. and the food was top-notch. Shukran lovely Sudanese friends.
Bizarrely, The Horticultural Show was surprisingly excellent - and I'm not just saying that as someone who could potentially be described as a bit of a plant-racist. After only one almost head-on collision, we arrived in the late evening at The Botanical Gardens (Khartoum has botanical gardens?), to find the air ABLAZE with the delicious smell of flowers. There were fairy lights and big shiny green things everywhere. And MANY CACTI. Maybe even too many cacti? Look at all these cacti.
Having no exciting plans for the evening, The Tedious Englishman and I decided to head out to a place for dinner that we always go by on the bus. A place which has the slogan "One visit is Enough"....Amazing. And you know what? It kind of was.
- A few days ago, The Tedious Englishman tried to pick up one of the frogs and it literally shat all over him.
- We sat behind a gentleman on the bus the other day who was very obviously flicking through pictures, mainly of pretty girls and the odd nice landscape etc. etc., on his smartphone. Being the hilarious wit that I am, when asked what I thought would feature next, I suggested perhaps a picture of male genitalia. Not 5 minutes later, the prophesied "dick-pic" emerged. I literally have super powers.
- Thanks to my superb teaching skills, one of my classes is now familiar with the term "star nosed mole". 500 useful points.
That's it for Week 11. Come back next week for more drivel about super-fun times including staring at boats with friends, tearing it up at another party at the American embassy, and planning a trip either to Eritrea or North Sudan. 'COS IT'S THE END OF THE SEMESTER ON THURSDAY! School's out, I'm comin' at you Sudan.
Love and sand,