No Problem No Problem No Problem
'No Problem' here means no....or sometimes yes...or sometimes go away its nearly prayer time...or sometimes please please please buy something and get out of my shop so I can keep browsing dodgy internet sites or even 'I can't speak English but I'm too stuborn to admit it'...
its really such a versatile statement. Like the time when I walked downstairs and there's three gardeners starting through my back window to watch me walk around in my pyjamas... when I politely asked if they wouldn't rather stare at each other in their pyjamas they yelled 'no problem' a lot before running out my gate...oh my god could I write a ode to my new curtains...hehe...we had to get them cos the guys here just stare at you...constantly...I can deal with it when its out and about but not when its through my windows... Anthony didn't seem to mind so much. He's happy to scratch and snort and be feral in front of anyone...mind you I think most of that was because he was so tired he thought he was still back in Perth.
Its five thirty in the morning and I'm waiting for the guys down the road to get out of bed to walk to my house so we can walk to someone elses house to go for a walk in much humidity.
This place is like the 1950s. I've often wondered what if was like pre the feminist movements of the 60s or even the suffrugettes in the West. Well you got it here. In a way I'm not even talking about out of camp in everyday Saudi, I'm talking about in camp. For starters there's a lot of extraordinarily educated women here who are doctors, lawyers, nurses you name it. And almost all of them can't work. So its back to baking and sewing and childrearing. Think Stepford Wives. Women can't fill out forms with ease unless their husbands are there, they can't open their own bank accounts ...they can't do a lot. Some ladies here haven't left their houses for up to 17 years other than to go to the airport. Their husbands do all the shopping and the kids take themselves to school. Scary eh. I can see how it could easily happen thought believe it or not.
Mind you its really what you make of it. On the other hand this is the ideal place to research and write or to set up a business that caters to all the ladies round here with a lot of cash and not much to spend it on and there are a lot of entreprenurial ladies who do do this...still I can see how some people get their house nice and don't leave it.
its really such a versatile statement. Like the time when I walked downstairs and there's three gardeners starting through my back window to watch me walk around in my pyjamas... when I politely asked if they wouldn't rather stare at each other in their pyjamas they yelled 'no problem' a lot before running out my gate...oh my god could I write a ode to my new curtains...hehe...we had to get them cos the guys here just stare at you...constantly...I can deal with it when its out and about but not when its through my windows... Anthony didn't seem to mind so much. He's happy to scratch and snort and be feral in front of anyone...mind you I think most of that was because he was so tired he thought he was still back in Perth.
Its five thirty in the morning and I'm waiting for the guys down the road to get out of bed to walk to my house so we can walk to someone elses house to go for a walk in much humidity.
This place is like the 1950s. I've often wondered what if was like pre the feminist movements of the 60s or even the suffrugettes in the West. Well you got it here. In a way I'm not even talking about out of camp in everyday Saudi, I'm talking about in camp. For starters there's a lot of extraordinarily educated women here who are doctors, lawyers, nurses you name it. And almost all of them can't work. So its back to baking and sewing and childrearing. Think Stepford Wives. Women can't fill out forms with ease unless their husbands are there, they can't open their own bank accounts ...they can't do a lot. Some ladies here haven't left their houses for up to 17 years other than to go to the airport. Their husbands do all the shopping and the kids take themselves to school. Scary eh. I can see how it could easily happen thought believe it or not.
Mind you its really what you make of it. On the other hand this is the ideal place to research and write or to set up a business that caters to all the ladies round here with a lot of cash and not much to spend it on and there are a lot of entreprenurial ladies who do do this...still I can see how some people get their house nice and don't leave it.
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