noodle quest 2006

i am still f-ing here. unbelievably, we went shopping again today. i can’t really explain how this makes me feel in printed word as the only way my pain can accurately be expressed is through violent howls and shaking sobs and maybe a little hair-pulling, and eye-scratching for good measure. it’s not like we are buying new stuff everyday (i mean, not major stuff…. aaaaaaaaagh!) it’s just that all of the clothes we are having made have to be fitted 400 freaking times and then when you go back to fit them sometimes they convince you to make something else. i’m not yet ready to discuss the amount of clothes i have bought. sometimes at night, jess and i lay them out silently on our beds. once and a while we laugh about it but usually we feel great shame and change the subject. we watched gothica on hbo the other night and screamed very loud. my tolerance for being hassled by vendors and well just about everyone on the street is wearing thin. it is becoming difficult to keep perspective of why these people need to be so persistent in their hassling instead of feeling apathetic towards constant cat callings of “you buy something, my shop!” the two most common calls are 1. women who follow you down the street who start by “hello” then, “where you from” then “you come take look in my shop!” (not a question). repetitions of “no thank you” fall on deaf ears and at this time in our stay in shopping town it is hard to add the “thank you” to the end of the “no!” i often feel like i am seen as a walking atm here. of course there are many people who make up for this, locals and travelers alike. Yu, a young girl we met in an art gallery (where jessie bought i think 1,200 peices of art) was super cute and nice and Alexandre, a turkish friend that i met and hung out with a bit while jess was sick and again with jess today for brunch was also a very nice and warm friend to have in this sea of craziness. other thoughts: today i have so many mosquito bites that my leg looks deformed. everytime we go to the cloth market i see three rats. pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease don’t let a rat come too close to me. i would eat 3 cockaroaches before i touch a rat. it is going to cost me mad loot to send my pruchases home… gnite.

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