talk about your chuck wagon!! On the way into the restaurant, we stopped to watch two women making the bread in clay pots to wrap the grilled meat in. Our tour guide’s car was full with other members of the group so he hired his buddy to drive me, the “extra”, around in his car. That was half the fun – for example, after eating this spectacular lunch, I asked him if he was hungry and had gotten something to eat. He responded “well I can see your full” looking pointedly at my stomach and then laughing heartedly. He was an Egyptian flirt – told me I smelled like honey, laughed like sugar and that I should ditch the group to go walk with him. When I told him to cut the crap he laughed and started to rock the car to the music on the radio – every time I got back in the car from a portion of the tour, he was ready with some new tease for “entertainment between gigs” he told me.
