So we've returned to Khartoum. I gotta tell you, flying back to Khartoum is not as much fun as flying out of Khartoum. I'm not sure why really...well, yes I am. Although the people are super nice, and shockingly unsmelly overall, when you leave here, you realize everything it does not have. Things like Starbucks, paved roads with rules that people actually follow, and grass. You know, important stuff you never really realized was important until you see otherwise.
Anyway, so we spent a week on the beach in Abu Dhabi, and when I say "we" I mean "Me" - Josh was all busy, claiming he needed to "get ready" for the triathlon he signed up for....Naturally, I was supportive and helpful with his preparations. I pointed out that it was 120 degrees outside and that I was waaaay hot from walking back to the resort from the beach. Then (because I am saintly and giving) I told him that although it was very likely that he was going to die if he tried to swim, bike and run in the Arab Emirates for over 8 hours, that I really hoped he lived -- but if he didn't I intended to clean out the mini-bar because I'm sure they would give me the giant kit kat bar out of pity.
I know, right?? My dedication to my wifelyness is inspiring.
Anyway, Josh did not die...and in fact, he did really well on the race. Finished in 8 hours and 35 minutes. Not too shabby. Me? I brought my kindle and sat on the sidelines on the off chance that he might run by me....I was exhausted! And then we go sushi and it was all better!
So then we returned to Khartoum. Welcome to Haboob Season. I'd post a picture, but I seem to have run down my batteries on my camera and "misplaced" the charger (and I'm too lazy to go look for it). Anyway, we're back now, in the land that the mail fairy seemed to have lost and the dirt fairy found.
It's going to take me a bit to get over the post-vacation funk.....bear with me!
Sometimes? I'm Judgmental. Also, Seattle!
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