06 6 / 2012

I wet to Egypt a couple of years back and we met an Egyptian man trying to sell us rides on his camels. The conversation went a little like this:
Him: Hello beautiful lady, how would you like a ride on a camel 
(I’m fair skinned and blond so it would appear that all the men out there wanted to either take me back to meet their families, or barter with my mother for 12 million chickens…..)
Me: No thank you, we have already arranged to do that tomorrow.
Him: Well how about a ride on a donkey?Me: Again, no thanks, I can do that on the beaches in England.

Him, after much thought: What about a ride on a chicken? Or a washing machine?
Me:………
I didn’t have a reply to that. I wonder what he would have done if I had accepted the offer….?

I wet to Egypt a couple of years back and we met an Egyptian man trying to sell us rides on his camels. The conversation went a little like this:

Him: Hello beautiful lady, how would you like a ride on a camelĀ 

(I’m fair skinned and blond so it would appear that all the men out there wanted to either take me back to meet their families, or barter with my mother for 12 million chickens…..)

Me: No thank you, we have already arranged to do that tomorrow.

Him: Well how about a ride on a donkey?

Me: Again, no thanks, I can do that on the beaches in England.

Him, after much thought: What about a ride on a chicken? Or a washing machine?

Me:………

I didn’t have a reply to that. I wonder what he would have done if I had accepted the offer….?