Ok, got a ride with my father in the morning, back to what is called civilization here (and I use this term lightly).
I desperately need to find a manicure place. I used some of my father's wife's nailpolish to do my own nails, which looked a lovely pale pink in the soft glow of their kitchen light. This morning when I got outside, it turned out that I'm wearing a color that can only be described as "Russian Slut Pastel Pink." That's it, nothing more to report this morning. It's only like 12 in the afternoon here. I still feel the need to flee from here though.
Oh, just as soon as I find a plug converter and charge up the camera, there will be pictures.
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Plusha, you are very funny!
Other than that, I think I can very well imagine how you feel. Strange as that may seem. And it will get better, of course, at least to some degree, at least for a while. If that isn't enough, you can just move back to NY! Or even to Madrid, where I will not make you go sleep in Far Rockaway! Although I also promise you that I will not throw money at you. I have no kids to babysit, no pets whatsoever, only a grumpy husband who doesn't speak any language you do... but who has on occasion dealt with my father spending a month, and my father, even at his most charming is not the easiest person to live with...
Two more things: I am amazed at your jappy need for manicure. You mean you really cannot do it yourself? You can't buy an American-slut-coloured nailpolish? Oh, I guess that's hard, the french manicure stuff... Can you just buy some of those fake nails? I have not been to a manicure place in my entire life, not even a pedicure, not even when I modeled sandals in my far-away youth...
In case misery does love company, I am feeling much like I have made a huge mistake myself these days - I have signed up to go to the desert - as in African desert, as in Western Sahara - only out a very perverse sense of "loyalty" to my husband who is going, instead of the so much more sensible option of going to NY during that time. I am praying this trip will fall through, but that is unlikely. It is much like your descriptions of RUssia, only worse - the toilets, for example, are communal latrines with that stinky hole in the ground option, which makes most westerners swing from diariea (from the awful food) to severe constipation from the fear of the facilities. You get to sleep in a communal huge tent in the freezing desert cold (at night), sweat when the sun is out, see lots of sand, with the exception of when it's sand in a mine-field, make 11-hour trips in rattly jeeps (with my painful coxix), no communication with the outside world, no possibility to be alone or do anything other than what everyone else is doing (just the thought gives Fernando anxiety attacks) and not see anything or anyone different from what I've already seen in the 40 hours of video a friend of hours who was there last year made us watch).
I was stupid enough to read the travel warnings on embassy websites - there is no mention of Western Sahara, as it isn't even a place (to the Americans), but as far as Algiers, where we're flying in, it basically says don't go. As far as being a jew goes - you can figure that out for yourself. You are told no shots are required but all are recommended - there is incidence of cholera, tiphus and whatever else you can think of in Algiers - although unlikely in the middle of the Sahara where we will be - but the organization that's invited us says they go without, and it is too late to get any on my own. I have been feeling I've made a really big mistake since the moment I said I'd go, but it is too late to back out - they're philanthropists and they've spent lots of money on me already (tickets, etc.), that they cannot get back. And they hardly have any.
THe reason I feel like the biggest idiot is because I never wanted to go in the first place, I just felt that if my husband is going there to suffer, so should I.
Yes, my situation is temprary (unless I get kidnapped, killed or deathly ill), but so is yours!!! If you really hate it.
And skin-heads listening to rockabilly are an interesting social phenomenon, after all.
To go with your 5-euro piss, I once had a 20-dollar icecream in the street. This is what travel does to one.
God,we're having just awful internet issues here (read next post) so I keep getting kicked off the net, but Africa sounds like about as much fun as Russia is right now, only you'll stand out more because you're all white.
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