I returned home to the dune of Abdulah one night to find him out on the rug in the moonlight with a couple of prostitutes and his cousin. I joined the group as we ate nuts awkwardly until the date moonshine apeared. It was nice to finally see men and woman interacting for a change. As the night went on they all slowly got more and more drunk as we waited 4 hours for the Tarjine to cook. Abdulah became fairly sick from the alcahole and was not up for any hanky panky, though it was nice to see him nurtured with his head on the lap of the older woman. Jamel disapeared with one for a while. It now came clear to me why Abdulah had asked me to clean out the other room. He came back saying that he was not interested in the woman, had done nothing with her and she was free for me if I liked. Aside from my conservative stance on prostitution she was old enough to be my mother and seemed infintile in mentality. I said thank you she looks like a good woman but I am not interested either. I tried some friendly conversation with her, however I had allready used one of my 3 arabic questions for small talk by asking her name. The remaining 2, "How old are you" and "what is your job" seemed a little inapropriate considering her proffession.
I awoke one morning to finally after 5 days waiting, see a group of old french men signing up for one of Abdullas excursions. I was able to go with them by "cut cut" 4x4 to the giant 300m dunes of Chigaga. After 2 hours bouncing around in the back, hitting my head on the ceiling with each bump, we reached the dunes and climbed to the top. I sat with one of the old men looking out as he pointed out all of the womanly bossums and belly buttons in the curves of the sand hills. In the evening I was able to return again to a dune camp with 2 younger english men who had come for 1 brief night of Hasheesh and rum atop of a moonlit Dune which is exactly what they did before retiring to the camel fur tent and heading back to civilization the next morning.
Today I met Abdulahs mother for friday cuscus, then took a village wander. I was invited over to a small group of girls and sat down for a chat unsure weather I was commiting a social crime. 30 min later the group had swelled to a large female crowed around me, I had 2 rings on my finger, one bracelet and 3 telephone numbers. The men here like their woman fat. Aparently this is because they create a bigger shaddow for the taking shelter from the hot sun. Their were a few nice looking thin ones in the crowed but conversation was difficult with the language barrier. I had better head back to Abdulah now and distract him from the moonshine bottle.
I awoke one morning to finally after 5 days waiting, see a group of old french men signing up for one of Abdullas excursions. I was able to go with them by "cut cut" 4x4 to the giant 300m dunes of Chigaga. After 2 hours bouncing around in the back, hitting my head on the ceiling with each bump, we reached the dunes and climbed to the top. I sat with one of the old men looking out as he pointed out all of the womanly bossums and belly buttons in the curves of the sand hills. In the evening I was able to return again to a dune camp with 2 younger english men who had come for 1 brief night of Hasheesh and rum atop of a moonlit Dune which is exactly what they did before retiring to the camel fur tent and heading back to civilization the next morning.
Today I met Abdulahs mother for friday cuscus, then took a village wander. I was invited over to a small group of girls and sat down for a chat unsure weather I was commiting a social crime. 30 min later the group had swelled to a large female crowed around me, I had 2 rings on my finger, one bracelet and 3 telephone numbers. The men here like their woman fat. Aparently this is because they create a bigger shaddow for the taking shelter from the hot sun. Their were a few nice looking thin ones in the crowed but conversation was difficult with the language barrier. I had better head back to Abdulah now and distract him from the moonshine bottle.
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