

Veiled Vendors
Nuweiba, Egypt
We'd honestly been at our reed bungalow for all of five or ten minutes before they showed up. The veiled vendor and her bored daughter plopped themselves in the middle of our personal space and started trying to sell us clothing and knickknacks.
If only I could vocalize in Arabic the dialog running inside my head:
No, we don't want your shit.
Please stop unpacking you shit.
No, we don't want your shit.
Please put your shit away.
No, we don't want your shit.
The things you have are useless to us.
No, we don't want your shit.
Why are you still here?
No, we don't want your shit.
Tell your friends!
Ugh… A poor omen of experiences to come.
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Kayleigh
October 3rd, 2011
I can't hear atnyinhg over the sound of how awesome this article is.