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Friday, August 10, 2012

COME WITH ME TO THE CASBAH—OR NOT!


            Thirty odd years ago (granted, some years have been odder than others!) my husband & I flew to Italy to visit our daughter & our niece, who were roommates there.  We thought  it would be fun to go to the Costa Del Sol in Spain, where we had never been, for week or so of rest & sun before coming home.  It was so beautiful & relaxing there we decided to fly the girls over to join us.  We had a rental car & were on our way to the airport to pick them up when we stopped for a traffic signal.  THEN ALL HELL BROKE LOOSE!  What seemed to be hundreds of college students ran into the intersection, blocking it & carrying signs & chanting slogans.  My Spanish is passable, not great, but it was impossible to understand what they were trying to say. (It’s pretty hard to understand what a riot mob is yelling even if it’s in your native language.)  I even thought it might be “Death to the Americans!”  They started rocking cars & since we were 3 cars back from the signal with cars behind us & in the left lane with a foot high concrete traffic divider next to us, we were stuck.  Then the riot police came with their shields & masks.  It looked like the students were going to win this battle.  It scared the “mierda” (Spanish for s**t—see, I DO speak some Spanish!) out of us.  The driver in front of us had apparently had enough, flipped a U turn over the divider & left.  Not being entirely stupid, we followed.  I can’t remember whether we eventually made it to the airport or went back to the hotel & had them send a car for the girls.  We later found out the reason for the riot.  It seems that some student refused to pay his electric bill, so the nasty old company shut his power off.  That just didn’t seem right to “los otros estudiantes”

            One day (before the riot) we took a side trip to the Casbah.  Charles Boyer (Ask your parents who he was.  It’s pronounced boy-eh.) is said to have used the sexy come-on, “Come with me to the Casbah” in a movie.  So did the amorous cartoon skunk, Pepe Lepew. 
Can you tell which is which?

The Casbah is in an old section of Algiers & is a marketplace.  We boarded a ferry in Spain, passed the Rock of Gibraltar & disembarked in Algeria.  Our tour driver stopped en route so that those of us who wanted to ride a camel could do so.  How could I pass up such an opportunity?  Camels are TALL!  When you are in the saddle, you’re about 6 or 7 feet off the ground.  For you to get in the saddle, the driver has the camel “sit”.  The camel puts his rump on the ground with his forelegs straight & his back at about a 45 degree angle.  I got on & the driver led the camel by the reins.  We were walking, with Bud beside us, when he turned to Bud, held his hand out & said, “You geeve me teep!”  Bud is a very generous tipper, but he doesn’t like to be ordered to do it.  He said, “No.”  The driver started walking faster--& so did my camel-- & I.  Again, “You geeve me teep!”  Again, “No.”  Again, faster.  A couple more times of this & I leaned toward Bud & said, “You geeve heem teep!!!”  He did.
This is not me—I just wanted to give
you an idea of how tall camels are.



The Casbah itself was a filthy place with sand & dust everywhere.  Meat was for sale & the hanging pieces were swarming with flies.  There were jewelry & clothes offered & a fez vendor followed us, trying to sell Bud a hat, which he DID NOT WANT.  The man offered Bud a fez for $10.00.  Then he offered him 2 fezzes for $10.00.  Then 1 for $5.00. Then 2 for $5.00.  Ad infinitum.  We DID get to see people weaving Arabian carpets, but they didn’t have any that flew.  We were so impressed (NOT!) by the place that we felt that if there was a contest where first prize was a night at the Casbah, the second prize would have been 2 nights!
Not Bud, either!


            Even if Charles Boyer asks you, don’t go----fishducky 

PS--If you didn't get enough laughs today, read Melynda's books--JUST NONSENSE & MORE NONSENSE. Funny stuff!!

Being computer illiterate, I don't know how to  put the stuff that goes with this button into my post but I DO want to support her!!  You can enter through Elisa's post (THE CRAZY LIFE OF A WRITING MOM) or Janie Junebug's post (WOMEN: WE SHALL OVERCOME).







19 comments:

  1. Doesn't sound like any place I'd like to visit...at all. I do remember Charles Boyer, though. ;)

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    1. That's why I'm giving everyone a warning!

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  2. Dear Fishducky, ah the Casbah and Pepe Lepew and Charles Boyer. You take me back. Were those simpler times? I don't know. Probably a historian would. I only know that technology makes me feel as if this were a more complex time in so many ways. Like you, I want to support Elisa and Melynda in this blog fest, but also like you, I'm not sure how to do the linkage! Peace.

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    1. All I could think of while we were there was the line, "Someday we'll laugh about all this." I hope you did!!

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  3. OMG! I hadn't thought of Charles Boyer since God was a child.

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    1. Speaking of when God was a child: I'm so old that when His mom was pregnant, I threw her a shower. She was a nice lady!!

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    2. A Shower . . .AND Since God was a child! ROFL--that was hysterical :)

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  4. It's a good thing I remember Charles Boyer because it would be difficult to ask my (dead) parents about him. He had zee sexeeee accent. I like Pepe a little better, though.

    Love,
    Janie

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    1. I like Pepe more, too--but Boyer smelled better!!

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    2. How do you know? Dr. X smelled worse than a skunk.

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  5. I have ridden a camel before.

    Never. Again.

    I have not however, worn a fez.

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    1. Me, either--I'd bet you'd look cute in a fez!

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  6. Thank you for making me laugh so hard. I'm picturing you on the camel and Bud saying NO!!! So funny. I will pick up that button and post it in my sidebar. We do need to support those who suffer from diabetes, we do need to work to stop this epidemic, and I tell you, I usually don't think that much about mine, but in this heat, it is a bitch to deal with.

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    1. När som helst, Inger! Jag håller med dig om diabetes!!

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  7. I would have worried they said "Death to the Americans" too. You've been through so many adventures--I love reading about them :0)

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  8. Thanks! Stay tuned in--more to come!!

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