Saturday, June 19, 2010
Welcome to Beirut (where you can make sex with the girls-- if that is your thing)
Just arrived in Beirut, Lebanon about thirty minutes ago. Was a strange journey to get here-- on my way in I sat next to an Italian woman doing her post-doc at WSU. The good news: I now have a place to stay if I go to Rome. The bad news: I reminded her of her first love (because I can't grow a beard), and so she spent much of the flight alternating from hitting on me ("I only have boyfriend in Pullman...") to bursting into tears. I got to Paris, where I found Molly's fiancee. He took me on a whirlwind tour of Paris, swerving into the best photospots ("you see how we drive in Paris? Beep beep! Beep beep!"). Had a pretty uneventful flight to Beirut, but I arrived too late to go to the house where I'm supposed to be couchsurfing, so I'm staying at a hostel in Gemmeyah. The owner, Talal, is really nice, and informed me that here I can do anything (Drink! Smoke! Make sex with the girls-- if that is your thing!) Unfortunately he has no more beds, so I'm sleeping on the roof (good thing you bought me that cacoon, Mom!). I should meet up with my couchsurfing hosts tomorrow morning. It's hot as a motherfucker here; for those who have seen me in the gym, even the most minimal effort causes me to sweat profusely. Here, minimal effort qualifies as walking up a small flight of stairs. Whoop! Miss you all.
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Haha. Please post a picture of you sweating profusely immediately after making the sex with the girls.
ReplyDeleteI don't know if J's family needs to see that picture...
ReplyDeleteJoshua, just so you know, if Beirut is anything like Egypt then you can find lots of folks who will gladly help you "do anything-- if that is your thing" for a small (or not so small) fee. Just like here of course, after all people are people. I'm sure you know the commerce connection in all this though. No one but your friends and family do much for anyone out of the goodness of their hearts (with some notable exceptions of course).
ReplyDeleteIn Egypt I was offered to do many things against the Koran and on the edge of legality often requiring a hair raising ride to very sketchy places with not so trustworthy people. I politely declined in respect to the culture and people. OTOH, my cab driver and guide (who of course I paid and tipped well) were wonderful people introducing me to their family and friends, invited me to their houses and warned me against many scam and scoundrels. I do miss it over there and would connect you with my guide if you were in Egypt.