We had a big dinner of grilled meat and hummus, then hit the hooka bar, which apparently is their equivalent of a sports bar. It was a huge outdoor patio with lots of groupings of couches (think conversation nooks) complete with hooka pipes. For about 3 dollars, one could buy fruit-flavored tobacco that seemed to last about 30 minutes or so. As they say, when in Rome..

It actually doesn't taste like a cigarette. Its very mild and while I don't think the tobacco contained anything narcotic, it did make one feel like propping one's feet up on the couch and lounge languidly, which was what all the men around us were doing, while watching soccer on the large screen TVs. The only women in the place were with our group, but no one seemed to really mind.
Off to bed and the next day several of us met at noon to be driven around town by the hotel van. The van driver actually served as translator for us as well, and his services were complimentary! This hotel really rocked!!
Our first stop was the Occupation museum which chronicled Desert Storm. The displays themselves looked like something that High School history students would put together for class, but we did get a kick out of listening to the English soundtrack and its continual discussion of the "barbarians to the North"







2 comments:
ok.. i am not family.. and you don't even know me...
But i happened to chance upon your blog... and am quite interested in your adventures.
my ex Bf is in iraq right now, will be there 2 months,he's with the singapore airforce and he brings aid in.
anyway.. i thought a hooka Bar was one with hookers... lol... didn't realise it was a pipe thing :)
Cheers. Enjoy your adventures.
I love it - people I don't know half way around the world is reading my blog. Just goes to show the world is a small place!
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