I found me a man

I found me a man,

He be a damn cute man from Down South.

This is our story.

Met this man on one of my many trips in the least likely place - Khartoum. I first noticed him at the airport, the brother is fine, head turning fine, no exaggerations the kind of guy you drool over. It was one of those crazy flights, got my seat but KQ seated some obnoxious South African swimming team guy on my seat. As we tried to determine who was in the right place, the airhostess kept saying my name out loud. I was mad as hell by the time I was finally seated. Get to Khartoum, ofcourse half my luggage is left on the flight onward to Cairo - why is it if you have a bad day it keeps getting worse. Then I noticed him, blue t shirt, blue jeans (who am I kidding never noticed what he was wearing). I stopped paused for a minute appreciated and then turned my attention to the grounds staff at Khartoum airport, try explaining to an Arabic speaking with little english woman how your suitcases look like and you will know what frustration is about.

Anyway Mr. Lookgood and his crew, leave me at the airport and I forget about them. An hour later, I have reported my missing luggage its off to the hotel.

Now there are crap hotels and crap hotels. This one is the queen of crap hotels. infact its only beaten by one in Shire Ethiopia. People who work in the humanitarian world love a saving and this hotel was recommended by a collegue who said I could save 50 dollars a day if I stayed in that hotel instead of the ones prescribed by the organisation. Its recommendation was many UN staff stay there. Anyway I walk in its almost midnight. Even at night I noticed the dust. As I am checking in - Hello eyecandy is in the same hotel. He is looking quite frustrated, something is very wrong with his room. I grab my keys maybe it wont be such a bad evening after all. I smile my absolute brightest and drag my suitcase to my room.

I enter the room and start a quick survey, I had been to KRT before, first check the loo, I am in shock, The whole entire bathroom is soo dirty, infact the whole hotel room is dirty, I look at the bed, I guess those sheets were once white but they arent any more. Wait the mattress is sticking out of the bed - It cant be - I lift the bed Its made up of two uneven blocks of timber, looks like someone went to a Timber yard and just picked two planks and set those as the bed. So I get out of the room, now I understand why my dude was complaining. I will not sleep here. I go back to reception. Can I have another room, I hadnt noticed the dude but he can hear me from the flight of stairs above and he starts laughing. He comes back down. I guess he has to see this for himself.

"No there are no rooms - madam you have a good room"

'Then please return my deposit, I am going to look for another hotel' I demand

Then Mr. Handsome steps in; Where will I find a hotel room at midnight in Khartoum, where will I find a taxi, do I want to really go out into the night. I am tired and stressed so I slowly drag my suitcase back to my room. Remove my travelling Khanga, spread them on the bed and pray for sleep.

Fast forward - 2 pm the next day. After a long training session that had began at 7:30 am I get back to the hotel determined to check out. This time I meet my dude at the reception with a bunch of his mates. They decide to make small talk, where I work etc, he makes a joke about my wanting to leave, I ask about the restaurant - Its Ramadhan - all fast food places closed no hotel in sight not that I want to walk in 40 + weather to look for food. Maybe I will drink a Soda, that should tide me coz I am shaking with hunger, last meal was KQ chicken thingy on the plane and a glass of juice during the training session. Mr Handsome offers to sit with me in the restaurant and we decide to brave an omlet and bread, Him some liver and bread with soda. I kid you not some of the things we eat out there?