Lonely 'lil Arab...

Omar called me today asking when I might return to the tent... I told him that my journey had a while longer before it ended... He asked me "is it a 'Jihad'"?, Of course not, I said. It is pleasure...

After a somewhat ominous silence, he asked "a harem??", I laughed and said "I could only wish to be so lucky". More silence then I hear this little voice, "when you come back, I can help"... Scary, isn't it??

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How do you cook this...

Well Omar is finally back.  Not too sure where he's been, but I didn't notice any new bruises or cuts or scrapes so I guess that makes it a good trip.

I did ask him what he had been hunting for and he told me that the prey he searched for was two legged.  That makes ya wonder a bit don't it??

Then he told me that it wasn't a human person that he was looking for but rather a bird that lives around the water...

When asking him to describe the bird, he casually said "It has a long neck and makes a strange sound and is Pink..."

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We know about 'Pink' birds now don't we??  He said that he had seen pictures of them in some magazines I have in the tent.

Thinking back, I remember having some magazines and among them were some National Geographics.  

How do you spell "Flamingo"??  Here? in Oregon??? ya gotta be kiddin.

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