Shaker Tour 2007

I got pooed on.  I got pooed on by a bird in a tree.  I wish I knew about this when it happened because I had this gooey like substance on my hand and I rubbed it all over my hand (cause it looked like cream). 

After looking at the poo mess on my shoulders I realized it was not cream at all.  I’m in Pakistan and these types of things happen here.  Apparently its good luck to be pooed on so I shouldn’t complain.  

On my first day here my family celebrated because I came back as a Hajji (someone who just performed the pilgrimage).  For some reason they celebrated by putting flowers around my neck and spreading purple glitter all over my head.  It was funny at first but the glitter refuses to come off and I have bits and pieces of purple all over my head.

I went to a concert my second day here and it was lots of fun.  The main bands name was 7 on the 3rd.  The crowd was really fun and it was a gig organized by a bunch of university students. For some reason the female vocalist looked really constipated.  I have pics of the concert below. 

But the reason I am really excited to write this blog is because I met the most interesting guy the other day (wow that sounds very homosexual).   My cousin and I decided to sit and talk to the night guard that works in the showroom below my aunt’s house.  This guy was telling us the craziest stories about his life on the Afghan border.  The people that live in the Pakistan-Afghan border are Pathans.  They all look like Caucasians and are known to be one of the toughest people in the world (they beat the Russians).   Anyways he was telling us about when he was young the men of the house would go out and shoot down Russian planes.  I had recently read about the war and asked him if they used Stingers supplied by the Americans.  You should have seen his face when I mentioned the world Stinger, he had the biggest smile on his face.  He kept repeating “Stingers zaberdast (Stingers are great).”  For those of you who are unfamiliar, the Stingers are man portable, shoulder fired, guided missiles used to combat low altitude aircrafts.  They were one of the turning points of the war and he said they still have enough to shoot down American planes hahahah. However, his best story was how his uncle’s unit captured a Russian convoy carrying cigarettes and replaced the tobacco with hashish to drug the Russian Army.   Apparently it worked and they raided the camp fighting “charsee Rusees (drugged Russians).”  I wanted to take a picture with him but I couldn’t find him today.   If I see him, I’ll make sure to get one.       

I have met a bunch of my old friends that moved to Pakistan from Saudi Arabia.  My next blog will be about them and more.  

Cheers.