Spins Well what here? I take my foot in the discovery of popular culture (very popular) of some Egyptian? .. Broke my raincoat, I must admit. Oh that I will always liked folklore and finally the little guy. The past weekend wedding Nahla, daughter of the island of Dahab . This is a (n) island on the Nile up to the Cairo where he Only farmers (imagine Bertrix floating on the canal Willebroek up to the bridge Marie-Christine ...). It was good. Was not Kate Bush but it was good anyway. Thursday night: night of henna in the bride's family, lovely girl unleashed by the natural excitement of fact on this occasion ... Tomorrow my daughter you spend in the pan. And believe me that these girls are already many women and they will benefit from the big night (hopefully), which is not the case everywhere all the time! And yet Nahla was not the cutest of all, there were a pack of contenders who competed well balanced marriage of beauty and captivating rather lame and have done their promo. I'd offered me a wedding night. But I was not alone and there are some rules too restrictive for my taste ...
Night of Henna is a little bachelor party in the Egyptian girl (at least where I was). Women do henna designs on the body of the bride- future in anticipation of tomorrow, the wedding day. We would also like to have fun, and hostility are not insignificant. As usual there, we start for you serve food, fat and sometimes a little suspicious! Then in the tea you want in here. They have not much but what they do they fart. More: dancing with swords (will know where they released it), a succulent DJ accompanied by a drummer ... Not necessary, the music is already overloaded with heavy beats way Arabian dance. Honestly it to gun down! Then they begin to rotate trays of grass ... So you got lots of old guys who more or less start to roll big joints backed the walls of the alley where the party happens. All the ground species on mats and do not stop. Nahla's father , and will come with trays of grass, guys run without stopping, they have not even finished the first calcination, the second is ready. And so on. Me in the middle with my head stupid junky whitey, I'm obviously offers everything goes large bamboo shoot, thank you. Not for me. But go explain that I might vomit every time I pull on a joint since I took one of these bad trips, to the point of calling my family doctor who found nothing better than call me a junkie and that since the simple idea to be stoned to something other than alcohol (if well integrated into my culture and my liver) returns my subconscious a picture of me in a gutter completely torn, with a syringe in his arm and a crack pipe in mouth ... And the worst is that the bastards mocked me ... There was beer. Not the masses but there was! But I felt too much a can beg me anything when we moved and I stubbornly refused their hospitality since the beginning marie-janesque ! The only way for me to get away was smoking a cigarette maximum. In this way I spent too much for a fag. The fags there is exclusively reserved for men!
was pretty good too when a bunch of teenagers (boys) of the corners has tumbled and they began to dance a sort of crunk / Break-dance / erotic suggestion ... Viewed 100 ° C which is the same evening, the gus were quickly solved soaked like sponges, dish especially since they gave everything he had-nothing-and it was not to impress the young virgins of the 'attendance splurge and make the old ones. After
, there, women began to get tired of watching these funny zigues jiggle, men began to fail, we raised money for this worthy DJ who was finally beginning to move from the Egyptian real good music, it was ranked the swords and ghalass bye bye. We were left no family or even village, we were put in the pad of an aunt of Nahla and slept next to a roaring Pasha and his wife. Good night Ahmed, goodnight Mathieu (Mata), good night Shayma , goodnight Pauline (Bouline) ... When you think, with us, you get your little kitsch any invitation and you have confirmed 7 ½ months in advance if you're coming and if you're alone or with your new turkey ... For a more cooked!
The next day it was spoiled after breakfast (beans, bread, taameya / falafel) we are ironed by my home to take a shower that was not stolen. Even I enjoyed it. Pauline has gone to Nahla to go to the hairdresser and I waited a bit then I went back to the island to join the family. And then the waiting begins ... Their patience seems to have no limit. Needless also to note that anyone there would not pronounce a word is an English or French. I understand that I live offers dining ... What a surprise! Hamdulillah , they have nothing on fire and I can get away with swearing Wallah I just eat. I ended up "only" with 7 clusters of grapes and tea. I get asked a thousand questions, especially they do not all hit although I am the "husband" of Bouline they all know well and so some are wondering what am I doing here while offering me a fag. I turn up at the aunt's family and re - we try to make my lunch, I swear this time Wallah that they gave me to eat below, I do not convince everyone, but we insist not to my lack of motivation and no one serves me tea! And here it starts, family quarrels and neighborhood to know what time it is from and how it will go, because it happens not on the island and it will probably take one or several minibuses ... Suddenly it takes me to the party and I am instructed to call Bouline who is always with Nahla haircut to know what time it is off. Reflex in colonial times? We can trust the whites! I do not know but the time that brings everyone together and we decked the children, I learned that the groom would be the stuffing and I began to me that is found in the brother / sister / child of that and so on (it was not the first time I went there).
We decided to cross the Nile and take a microbus ... I counted! 29 people in this minibus of 17 places! I squatted on scene with men, it still happens in the street but we quickly made up in an apartment for ... Eat. Nobody seems to ask questions about who I am, the groom's family welcomed me as an old acquaintance, I pull out my finest salamaleks . Funny. It goes down into the street, some are a little block because the bridegroom was delayed more than expected, they released large joints again to wait. And finally the bride and groom arrive, the guys in suits and ... All in white, lace, glitter, makeup and lightly overloaded ... Firecrackers, Fuses, re - haunting hip. It's a mess. The bride and groom are seated on a dais on species presidential seats side by side. The groom is a kid, and he Nahla arrived with an air of stress, impressed, they too seem to understand what happened to them but they start to drop. It reiterated the air excitedly, his cousins and her friends dance around it and I appreciate the show, and the husband will join the Times unleashed a dance friends like kids.
That was good. My life
bourge Cairene was a little more bearable this weekend. Come next year I'll do a Community shipyard in South America.
All this said, you'll probably get to see pictures of Bouline on the island. It speaks perhaps more.
