Amidst a line of broken down building on a wind-blown dirt road is Ric's Kountry Kitchen. Ric and his wife are former military that decided to turn their country cooking talents into cash - catering to mostly US military and expats looking for some good old greasy spoon home cooking. The waitress was fast with the coffee, then brought me a 2-pound breakfast burrito with beans, eggs, potatoes, sausage, cheese and salsa. The grease dripping down my forearms provided all the authenticity I needed. It was quiet in the room I was in until a couple on a date walked in - both military. Far be it from me to give dating advice, but I'm fairly certain the way to a girl's heart is not to insult all her friends. Definitely the humor I needed at the moment though - bubba spent half an hour trying to impress the girl with his very colorful estimates of the size of all her friends asses. "Letisha got grizzle hanging out her mouth and a poke chop stuffed in each hip pocket!" He added. Thanks buddy. Somehow I think youre not getting to tremendously lucky tonight. Ric has pork chops on the menu, but I think I'll pass on that dish from here on out.
Later that day, I saw a bunch of burial mounds with preserved bones in them and an exhibit of treasures from pharoah tombs. There's not much I can say about old mummy stuff that is interesting, so I'll move on. I was just thinking how isn't it weird that we go to all this trouble to bury people all nice and protect their graves, but somewhere around 100-200 years after you're dead, it oddly becomes ok to break into your grave and go through all your shit and put it in a museum?
Being out here, you try to look on the bright side alot - kind of have to. I am thankful that I did not have to watch Sanjaya one more friggin night on AI. And I know that a lot of people wonder who the hell votes for that guy. I know. I found them. The laborers here are mostly from Bangladesh and India. Getting my plate of hot brown stuff tonight, the cooks were arguing. When I got a little closer, it was the three Indians getting ready to brawl with some others over how awesome Sanjaya is. I couldn't exactly figure out everything they were saying, but I'm pretty sure those guys are doing the same thing tonight that the "poke chop" guy is.
Later that day, I saw a bunch of burial mounds with preserved bones in them and an exhibit of treasures from pharoah tombs. There's not much I can say about old mummy stuff that is interesting, so I'll move on. I was just thinking how isn't it weird that we go to all this trouble to bury people all nice and protect their graves, but somewhere around 100-200 years after you're dead, it oddly becomes ok to break into your grave and go through all your shit and put it in a museum?
Being out here, you try to look on the bright side alot - kind of have to. I am thankful that I did not have to watch Sanjaya one more friggin night on AI. And I know that a lot of people wonder who the hell votes for that guy. I know. I found them. The laborers here are mostly from Bangladesh and India. Getting my plate of hot brown stuff tonight, the cooks were arguing. When I got a little closer, it was the three Indians getting ready to brawl with some others over how awesome Sanjaya is. I couldn't exactly figure out everything they were saying, but I'm pretty sure those guys are doing the same thing tonight that the "poke chop" guy is.
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