Gomal

The bloody cough that has now plagued me for a week saw the only trip outside the flat today where I thought I'd take a stroll around the block (before heading to the pharmacy) to see if I could take a photo of something reasonably interesting. As I walked, I soon wished I hadn't bothered, as even five short minutes in this city are about as dreadful as a stroll can get. Sand, noise, dirt, beeping, staring, wild dogs...

I'm getting bored of myself saying it.

Anyway, the blip for today presented itself nicely on the way back. This is Gomal, the bowab for my block of flats. I was trying to let him know that you can't open the gate from the outside as the moofdah (key) is buggered (not working). Last seen here as part of the vigilante groups that were protecting us from looters and thugs, things are a little more calm now. You'd never know with Gomal though, as his default state is pretty much friendly and cheery the whole time.

We're a lot alike in that respect.