I live in the middle of nowhere. Literally. Every day I drive across mountains, alongside the sea and through a couple of seriously old villages. Daily obstacles include goats, donkeys and occasional falling rocks. There’s nothing quite like a roller coaster ride to ensure you’re wide awake and ready to annoy colleagues.
Recently I was driving to the office when two local women flagged me down. I’m not sure who was more surprised, me for stopping or them when they saw me. I’m sure it’s not everyday that a spiky haired, tattooed and pierced woman stops for hitchhikers in a village where people still carry heavy materials on their head and sticks to beat goats from trees.
I’m positive that even if I did know Arabic I wouldn’t have a clue what these women were asking of me but I did hear the name of the town I was going to a few times. I figured it’d make a change to travel with people who may or may not want to kidnap me, kill me or turn me into a goat herder. Kinda makes the journey exciting dontcha think?
The extent of our communication:
Villagers: How are you?
Repeat above at least twenty times during the forty minute journey
My could-be murderers spent the entire time screeching whilst waving a piece of paper in my face to explain their destination. They eagerly searched through my packed lunch, fiddled with the radio stations, AC and electric windows and I ended up driving them miles out of my way making me late for work…
The best bit by far has to be the woman in the passenger seat who constantly leant across to touch my spiky hair whilst giggling and encouraging the back seat passenger to do the same!
It was definitely an interesting start to the day and now I have two friendly goat herders who frantically wave at me every time I pass through their village. I LOVE this country!