I have photos and reports from most of my friends.
Who is Yahya?
The man I put you in contact with from jilib
Don't know any Yahya. The man you put me in touch with is named Jacfar. We speak from time to time and my conversation with Jilib continues.The man I put you in contact with from jilib
Maybe this isn't the real Grant.
Ask him another question, if he fails to answer, we must chase his ass.
Don't know any Yahya. The man you put me in touch with is named Jacfar. We speak from time to time and my conversation with Jilib continues.
Idol,
Who the hell are you?
Don't know any Yahya. The man you put me in touch with is named Jacfar. We speak from time to time and my conversation with Jilib continues.
Idol,
Who the hell are you?
Read the above and remember hard. Dude's name was not Yahya.
lollollolMaybe this isn't the real Grant.
Ask him another question, if he fails to answer, we must chase his ass.
Some food I liked. Mufo tinaar and beer ari was probably my favorite. Habook , cambulo and ugalli were ok. I moslty didn't care for the meat dishes and caano geel was something I could tolerate but did not enjoy. After the first time, camel hump and caano fadiya were simply out of the question.
I acquired the mad mullah's revenge in Aden, so the restroom at the Hargeisa airport was pretty important to me upon initial arrival in the country. The unshielded hole in the ground with no available water that I found was somethiing that has stuck in my mind, as has having rocks thrown at me when I visited the Qat market.
There were also the elephants that I saw crossing the road in the evenings to drink at the river and kids playing with hoops and homemade teeter totters and trucks made out of twisted wires. Crops of corn brought down the river in dugout canoes.......