Monday, June 25, 2007
Wednesday, June 13, 2007
Hairdryer
It was 43-46 degrees here a couple of days ago, on account of the hot desert wind blowing through. It was like a hairdryer set on high blowing in your face. It was so hot the shafts of my golf clubs were almost too hot to touch. Good times
Sunday, June 10, 2007
No cell phones!
I went to my first embassy on Thursday. The "Canadian Club" was holding a pub night at the Canadian embassy in Cairo so me, James, Greg and his wife (the Canadians on our job) decided to go drink some Kokanee and listen to some Quebec rock music. We didn't know about the Quebec rock music before we went, but apparently most of the staff that work there are form Quebec so they got to mix the tunes. We also feeded on some pork roast and gulash, which was also a welcome reminder of life outside the mid-east. It was a good time, and I got a glimpse of nightlife in Cairo at the same time. While we didn't head out anywhere afterwards, there was a lot action on the street.
Friday was spent golfing in the morning, then off to the beach where we played some fris in the water, then some beach volleyball, then some water polo/rugby. Basically I run the old-farts I work with through a physical routine on Fridays in order to keep their tickers going and to clean out some of the beer and KFC they consume all week.
I've stopped doing the Pizza Hut / KFC thing at lunch... now I head to the Golf Hotel in our complex and do some putting practice while I wait for my food. It's pretty relaxing because the course is dead during the day and the weather is typically beautiful. So eating lunch on the terrace with the birds in the background staring at a green golf course is alright. Now all I need is someone to have lunch with! haha.
Anyways, life goes on in the desert. 25 days until Colombia.
Friday was spent golfing in the morning, then off to the beach where we played some fris in the water, then some beach volleyball, then some water polo/rugby. Basically I run the old-farts I work with through a physical routine on Fridays in order to keep their tickers going and to clean out some of the beer and KFC they consume all week.
I've stopped doing the Pizza Hut / KFC thing at lunch... now I head to the Golf Hotel in our complex and do some putting practice while I wait for my food. It's pretty relaxing because the course is dead during the day and the weather is typically beautiful. So eating lunch on the terrace with the birds in the background staring at a green golf course is alright. Now all I need is someone to have lunch with! haha.
Anyways, life goes on in the desert. 25 days until Colombia.