Wednesday, March 3, 2010

Hold on now!

IMG_0108 How come I just came from a trip out shopping.  I had to pay my phone bill, so I took a cab to downtown Luxor, which is a small city, about the size of maybe Hammond.  So afterwards, we are walking from the cell phone company to the fruit guy, about a mile away to buy some fruit and we see this dread-locked Egyptian at this art gallery on the block.  One of my friends had told me about him, previously, saying he was cool and all.  So he beckons us to come in his gallery.

I agree, even though everyone asks us to stop for tea and coffee because that is the way here, and we have learned to say no, politely.  Since this was a dread and my friend had vouched for him previously, we went in and had coffee.  Turn out dude all into astrology and is even a tea leaf, and coffee cup reader.  I am like, whoah, he getting kinda out there, but I am still interested.  Then he has a picture up on the wall of his baby, he says "this one (picture) ain't for sell."  He tells us its his baby.  She is in Germany.  We like cool, "you gonna visit her soon?"  He like, "naw, her mom wanted a baby and that was that."  He had a funny nonchalant look on his face.  We like WTF, but he a hippie, even if this is MUSLIM Egypt.  Egypt is a very conservative country, but some people aren't.  Apparently he had gotten with a German national, etcetera, etcetera.

Part of me is like, that is cool, as he is talking about free love or whatever.  The other part of me is like this cat is crazy, and the only non family oriented person I have met in my whole time here.  Everyone has huge families here, at least four or five kids, and they are proud of it.  When people find out I am American and have five kids, I get a gleam of respect, not to mention pretty much instant love.  Egyptians are pretty much cool as shit minus the whole tourist thing anyway.

The coffee come.  We had both asked for no sugar, me and my wife, C.  When I tasted mine it had sugar, so I switch with dude, since he hadn't started his.  I sip a bit from my C's cup.  He says looking at me, "you going to let me read your cup?"  I am like, cool.  Before he looks at my cup he starts telling me how much I like to give advice, and how much I know, not how much I think I know.  I guess he thinks this is my nature, which it might be.  Later he confirms that he thinks this is my nature.  I think he is trying to appeal to my wife, as in, this guys thinks he knows it all, don't he?

I am like, despite all that, even if it is in my nature to want to give a lot of advice and even if I know a few things, it don't mean I know everything.  On top of that, I wouldn't perpetrate knowing more than anyone else, unless they asked for advice.  Also, whatever our nature is, part of the trip on this particular plane, is trying to transcend our nature.  Then to top it all off, he says that I am friendly, but not trusting.  I don't trust anyone, but like everyone early on.  I am thinking to myself, 'you are teaching me to change this right now.'

So we sitting there talking and something tell me its time to go.  More than one thing actually, my bat senses are tingling...  So we say goodbye and head on down the block, to the fruit man.  Two minutes later, C is like she floating like she just had an epidural or something. 

A few minutes later, I am feeling it a bit, but I can see not nearly as much as her.  Dude then put some stuff in our coffee!  We go to a little cafe we go to from time to time just to sit down and cool out.  Especially C, who had got the brunt of it, remember, I switched out cups.  We are both like, wow.  What did dude think?  Meanwhile all the colors are starting to look really interesting.  Noticing things I never noticed in the cafe before, etcetera, etcetera. 

Anyway, on our way back home, I run into my friend, and ask him about this guy and all.  He is laughing, calms down - he like yeah, they be putting stuff in the coffee sometimes, first time for free, because they think you going to like it, next time a cup cost $100 dollars.  I am like he don't know me real well, he ain't going to see me again.  My money is my money, my wife is my wife.  People crazy all over the world!  Talk about a crazy day.  But still you got to love it.

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