I finally had my appointment to review the results from my sleep lab experience. Apparently I have very serious sleep apea. So serious that the doctor said she was amazed I was even functional. I have to go back and spend another night there to test the CPAP mask/machine. Oh so sexy. I already have to wear wrist splints on both arms so I'm sure I'll look exactly like Darth Vader.
Of course we have been following events in North Africa closely. I'll always remember the Tunisian-American intern we worked with in Burkina Faso, and the flag-waving Tunisians at a Cheb Mami concert in San Francisco, and my former Tunisian colleague who trained as a vet in Morocco. I hope they and their families are all OK.
I've found that a sure-fire way to irritate MoBob is to say that I could've been First Lady of Egypt. HA! In grad school I was friends with an Egyptian PhD student who later became Mubarak's son's advisor. I liked him a lot but I was such a Molly Mormon at the time that I couldn't imagine dating a non-member. Double HA!
When I lived in Ouagadougou I often took Afriqiyah Airlines to and from Bamako. I heard that the crew and staff were all Tunisian because Libyans were not allowed to work overseas; and of course Burkina and Mali are both French-speaking countries so it made sense to employ Arabic- and French-speakers. Libya was still under US sanctions at the time but I was able to get away with flying on a Libyan airline because I wasn't on a USG-funded project. It wasn't any better or worse than any other African airline I've flown, except for the palpable thrill of flying on the official international airline of a rogue state.
I bet your passport is pretty with stamps from all your travels.
My grandmother flew Pakistani airlines once from New York to Germany. She kept trying to order an alcoholic drink; and didn't understand why she couldn't get one. She was seriously jonesing by the time she arrived in Frankfurt. I think our first stop was at an airport bar LOL.
Honestly, I'm so confused by everything going on in North Africa. I've been trying to keep up but I'm not doing a very good job of it.
On March 4th, 2011 02:31 pm (UTC), (Anonymous) commented:
When I moved to Vienna, way back in 1986, I flew on Air Romania -- lots of haggard-looking men wearing their jackets over their shoulders and holding cigarettes pinched between their thumb and forefinger accompanied by haggard-looking women in babushkas. The interior of the plane looked like it had been cobbled together from plane leftovers. I felt like I was doing something mildly transgressive, just being on the flight. --Stephanie