Chucking a 147

I and another lady here had a run in with a and old arab taxi guy the other day which involved him trying to ram our taxi off the road, then to pull us out of our cab into his. We paid the guy off (extorted 60 riall off us) and told him to bugger off. As of now, throwing a tantrum is chucking a 147 (the number of this guys taxi). Our taxi driver was more concerned at the time to see if Pakistan was beating India in the cricket! (They lost so HA!)

Its party time here at night but people are getting pretty pissy during the day due to the heat and no water especially the taxi drivers. Its just a case of keeping the outings to after the 5.45pm feed when people miraculously chill out.

At night though its just like Christmas. Everyone seems to be gearing up to Eid and people are buying presents like crazy. You can't move in the gold souks for guys buying stuff for their wives. I've been giving the hints but Anthony appears to be miraculously deaf and blind on purpose I think. The antisocial bugger doesn't like large crowds so he hasn't been out and about in the Ramadan crush yet and probably isn't likely too. Although one of the guys down the road Dave, a really funny Texan (just don't mention the death penalty or abortion and we get on juuuuust fine...he calls me a communist) has talked AJ into going into town next week for dinner and to go big MOFO TV shopping. I'm putting in dibs for a decent washing machine cos the one here looks like a mincer and turns out clothes with a delightful shredded look. We're having to dry clean most of our clothes which isn't so bad...only comes to about $5AUD a week but its still a pain in the ass to wait the two days for it every time.