Culture Exchanged vers. 1 - THE METRO
Metro:
So today I spent some time with my Roomates that work at AmidEast ( Brian and Mariska ) since I got a free day from work, and after work we took the Metro home, which is normal. We waited and waited, and finally the Metro came…much to our chagrin. The Metro is TOTALLY packed and there are people falling out as the door opens. So we look at each other like…”Oh Crap ! Are we really gonna fit in this thing? “ Well, Brian is a smaller guy…about 5’6” 140 lbs, so he slipped right in. Mariska is like 5’2” , so she just snuck under everyone. Also they work at AmidEast which is only like a 15 min Metro ride from our apartment.
--- Well, I work on the other side of the Earth and I usually have to cross an expressway and run through some mud and trees on my way to work ( yes, I really actually have to cross a 6 lane, super busy, Tunisian highway…I, along with other pedestrians, risk their lives every morning…it’s kinda fun ! ). So because of my adventures in the morning I have to carry an extra set of shoes with me, as well as my lunch in addition to wearing my laptop on my back.
So here I am at the metro and I’m holding my junk and I’m like….”Greeeaaatt.” I just figure I’ll bulldoze my way onto the tram and call it a day, well my first attempt was thwarted in convincing fashion as Mari couldn’t fit like we thought she should, so I bounced off of her and fell back in the street. So then I try again , and grab onto the handrail, problem is my backpack is still on my back ! And now the freaking doors are closing ! So I’m being eaten alive by the Metro doors and I decide to fight back. So I’m fighting, and the door gives way, but I still am not in. Mari is pulling on my coat to squeeze me in and the door closes again, and smashes my bag, except this time one of the locals gave a kind hand and pulled and the bag out of harms way.
WHEW! I finally made it….so I thought.
When we arrived at the next stop, I now had to get back off the Metro so others could get out, except when the door was opening it folded right onto my shoe ! So now my foot’s stuck and people are pushing me off the train. It was great. In the end I kept my shoe and I learned that …in Tunisia…”where there’s a will , there’s a way” takes on a WHOLE new meaning.
C’est tres bon! Bonne Journee a tous !
So today I spent some time with my Roomates that work at AmidEast ( Brian and Mariska ) since I got a free day from work, and after work we took the Metro home, which is normal. We waited and waited, and finally the Metro came…much to our chagrin. The Metro is TOTALLY packed and there are people falling out as the door opens. So we look at each other like…”Oh Crap ! Are we really gonna fit in this thing? “ Well, Brian is a smaller guy…about 5’6” 140 lbs, so he slipped right in. Mariska is like 5’2” , so she just snuck under everyone. Also they work at AmidEast which is only like a 15 min Metro ride from our apartment.
--- Well, I work on the other side of the Earth and I usually have to cross an expressway and run through some mud and trees on my way to work ( yes, I really actually have to cross a 6 lane, super busy, Tunisian highway…I, along with other pedestrians, risk their lives every morning…it’s kinda fun ! ). So because of my adventures in the morning I have to carry an extra set of shoes with me, as well as my lunch in addition to wearing my laptop on my back.
So here I am at the metro and I’m holding my junk and I’m like….”Greeeaaatt.” I just figure I’ll bulldoze my way onto the tram and call it a day, well my first attempt was thwarted in convincing fashion as Mari couldn’t fit like we thought she should, so I bounced off of her and fell back in the street. So then I try again , and grab onto the handrail, problem is my backpack is still on my back ! And now the freaking doors are closing ! So I’m being eaten alive by the Metro doors and I decide to fight back. So I’m fighting, and the door gives way, but I still am not in. Mari is pulling on my coat to squeeze me in and the door closes again, and smashes my bag, except this time one of the locals gave a kind hand and pulled and the bag out of harms way.
WHEW! I finally made it….so I thought.
When we arrived at the next stop, I now had to get back off the Metro so others could get out, except when the door was opening it folded right onto my shoe ! So now my foot’s stuck and people are pushing me off the train. It was great. In the end I kept my shoe and I learned that …in Tunisia…”where there’s a will , there’s a way” takes on a WHOLE new meaning.
C’est tres bon! Bonne Journee a tous !
2 Comments:
At 1:37 AM, Katie L said…
Hey, Jeffery!! Just thought I'd leave you another comment cause I know you like 'em!! So glad to hear you are having such a great learning experience in Tunisia! Def can't wait to see ya and hear some crazy stories when you're back... missin' ya!
At 3:25 PM, tiklod said…
I remember the days when we were in that beat-up BMW, talking about something like this taking place in the future...
Salaam brotha,
C-money
-The strong Side
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