Im now nothing more than a defeated fleshy husk for a nightmarish jobbie helterskelter ride. I had been eating alot of fruit in Jordan to save money and its come back to haunt me. It turns out my digestive system is frighteningly efficient when it wants to be.
Anyway, before I left Jordan, I had the following exchange with a guy in a shop:
"Where are you from?"
"Ah, Scotlanda! Like the Mel Gibson, eh?"
"Mel Gibson good, he hate the Jews!"
It was going to take quite a bit of time to explain to him that Mel Gibson isn't actually Scottish and Braveheart wasn't a documentary so I just thanked him for his approval and left.
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