have a very shaabi day II

aah yes, so I pick up from before where I left off wearing a strange white very light cotton short galabiyya, apparently good for sleeping in the summer.. we had gone home (alone, no one was around) to take a siesta before going out later.

I cant help it but feel sexual tension.. again, this is such a reoccurring theme in my life.. and I always convince myself that its just in my head.. however I recalled when we were in Hamada's family home and he told one of the kids to shake my hands.. the kid did, then Hamada asked him "do you know who mohamed is?" and the kid responded by making moaning like noise and moving his hips back and forth, thats when he was told to leave the room.. its very strange I know. we are talking about a 10 or 11 year old! but maybe he knew something I didn't know.

although I was tiered and would have liked to take a nap, the heat and the presence of this man opposite me wearing a similar see-through galabiyya is making me a bit uncomfortable to say the least, plus I had thought about making sexual advances but again feared that I might have misunderstood the situation.

I pretended to sleep.. he eventually got up and left.. it confirmed to me that I was to do something else other than "sleep"... but why didn't he start? an hour later I heard him come in and again pretended to be sleeping.. anyway, the whole thing was a bit weird and something was supposed to happen but I shied from beginning something.. all this was confirmed when he went to take a shower, the bathroom door is missing the glass panels so taking a shower is not very private, and he was masturbating!

we then got dressed as the sun had gone down, he gave me a white galabiyya so that I blend in more, my shorts were enough to make me stand out as an outsider.

we went to the waterfront.. then went to eat some macarona bashamel from a man Hamada promised to make the best bashamel in town.. the man sold the pasta from a table on a back street from the waterfront.. it was not a stall, shop or anything like that, simply a table with the pan and small metal plates to serve.. we stood there having some of the delicious baked pasta

then went for a walk on the water front where handsome fallucca men hang out and "working girls" prostitutes equally compete for attention. one stood out, she was wearing a bright red dress with ruffles that made the rest of the world around her look gray.. he had a thick layer of red lipstick and walked slowly if not evocatively in her high heels.. Hamada explained that this is not unusual and that there are cheap hotels where one can go to do everything from simply have a room to wack off, get a handjob (probably from another guy, probably a younger guy), a blowjob or the rare occasion of actually having intercourse with a younger male or a woman such this one on the waterfront.. all this depends on how much you want to pay and the availability of playing partners.

we walked further down the Nile to Salam Park which Hamada noted is known as a sort of pick up spot.. there were families and children .. he insisted he was approached once by a european woman in her 40s who frisked him and offered oral sex, and another 40 something european man who did the same, Hamada claims he gave both a shot.

skiping alot of the detail, we went to the souq street for another original flavoured shisha (the entire time I am with him I had to get used to smoking the head-spinning original flavour).. and while there one of his relatives that I had met earlier stopped by.. my god, that man must be massive... I mean down there, I mean you can see it in his massive thick muscular hands and fingers, his features and massive lips and if that was not enough, he was wearing fitted black pants and once he sat down at the ahwa I couldnt stop looking at his bulge! anyway...

we left to go home and as it seems that Hamada knows everyone in town, he is greeting and being greeted by every shop keeper, random pedestrians, etc.. he was also greeted by a man working on his horse drawn carriage.. he then offered to give us a ride.. here i am at the end of a long day wearing a galabiyya riding a hantour (horse&carriage) to go "home"

back home.. his wife and two sleeping kids were back.. I wanted to sleep on the roof (would be second floor) under the open sky in the breeze.. Hamada quickly set up my bed on the roof went back downstairs.. I was later surprised that he returned to sleep next to me! leaving his wife sleep alone.. I again wondered if this was my time to do something but I was too tiered to care and fell asleep for real this time in minutes.

I was awakened the next morning to the sound of screaming cocks and the singing of birds and the gentle morning light.. Hamada was there with breakfast already.. a typical Saeedi (upper egyptian) breakfast: a glass of hot freshly squeezed milk and a piece of upper egyptian bread