speaking the president's english among the brits.

(i knew regaining my accent would be beneficial)

Yesterday, as I was walking along the Wadi (paved water-way going through the city, right now it's a road) these boys started yelling "thank you! thank you!" I think it was the only English they knew. Anyway, I was doing a pretty good job of just ignoring them, but finally I turned around and was like "me?" and they were like "sura, sura" and I was like "of you two? aren't you a little old for that?" honestly. So, look for the picture of the two "way-too-old-to-be-asking-for-a-sura" boys on flickr. (though, honestly, they were holding hands & wearing traditional dress, including jambia so it was a good excuse to get a nice picture of something I wanted anyway without me having to ask.)

Then, last night, Henry and Adil and I walked to Tahreer square and then took a bus to Haddha Street where we walked around. Mumtaza. Theoretically, that's where the Catholic Church is. Practically, I don't think there is an Catholic Church building, but that they meet in someone's house. I have a lead on how to find them now. "Just ask any Filipino" mmm-hmm... So, back to Haddha, we walked down this street for a while, it's kinda crazy. We end up drinking some mango juice (uh-mazing) and later stop for a little bit of dinner, some okay kebabs. I'm pretty sure the guy directly in front of me was ... flirting, of sorts. I mean, looking at me and tearing his bread with both hands in this "look at me" way. It was quite amusing.

There is not much harassment on the streets, as maybe I've said before. A lot of "Hello, where are you from" Probably because this is the little English they know. Occasionally some whistling, where I instinctively have to grit my teeth and clench my hands because I really want to throw the bird and be like "fuck off" But I've been very good so far.

Today, I bought Islamic prayer beads. Afterwards, I was asked if I was Muslim, and at this point, my head wasn't even covered. Whatever. I think they will go well with my rosary. (shhh, don't tell my mom.)