Yesterday three English guys walked into the Melody cafe accompanied by a soldier toting a machine gun (I was close enough to hear their accents). Foreigners are unusual in this cafe - at one stage another customer stood about two metres from them starring at them. The staff made the soldier put his gun behind the counter - who has an armed guard in a cafe, I ask you - this is Kurdistan, not Iraq...
However, it was how they were dressed that attracted most attention. All three were tall, in their late 30s and dressed as is they were in an Indiana Jones movie - sandy coloured desert boots, loose tan trousers and a plain cotton collared shirts. The clothes looked brand new and it appeared as if they had all shopped together for this trip. The guard though was Kurdish and it seemed to me that he was just there to complete the 'look'....
Maybe they were geologists or archaeologists, but whatever they were doing in Kurdistan, they looked quite ridiculous...
However, it was how they were dressed that attracted most attention. All three were tall, in their late 30s and dressed as is they were in an Indiana Jones movie - sandy coloured desert boots, loose tan trousers and a plain cotton collared shirts. The clothes looked brand new and it appeared as if they had all shopped together for this trip. The guard though was Kurdish and it seemed to me that he was just there to complete the 'look'....
Maybe they were geologists or archaeologists, but whatever they were doing in Kurdistan, they looked quite ridiculous...
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