The first is www.goodhairdaysgalore.com! The arid bone dry air of Khartoum has given me GREAT hair days. I barely have to put any product in. I do none of my usual tugging and pulling to get my curls to ease their clench a bit so that I don't look like a cupie doll or a Q tip.
Psychologically, and this is no joke, it's been a real load off not stressing about my hair. I am far too consumed I know, but it's a true source of daily stress and it's gone. In its stead is an obsession with looking in the mirror and marveling at how effortless the curls fall exactly as I've always wanted: just below my shoulders in near perfect spirals. None of the "f" word (frizz, shhh!) See exhibits below.
The other victory is in the food category. Khartoum draws its food influence far more from its Arabness than its Africaness. I've had lovely fresh baked bread every day and fresh tomatoes, cucumbers, yogurt and olives. There is this salty cream cheese that I got from the little shop down the street that is to die for.
The restaurants here don't win for esthetics, but the food has been good. I ate at GAD the other night and had very tasty grilled chicken (and given my current obsession with finding chicken that doesn't suck, it was an extra delight.) There was lots of babaganosh, hummus and fresh parsley salads. At the ex pat place, Solitaire, they have this lemon mint juice slurpy thing that is out of this world. And for some reason that makes no sense to me, they give you free desserts - I had a piece of cheese cake and a kiwi custard and chocolate tart.
At home, I have a good enough kitchen and cook fresh eggplant. Tonight I will cook my sweet potato stirfry because I have all the ingredients. And some how the cucumber yogurt salad tastes better in the Arab world.
I should have left my granola bars at home. Nice work, KRT, nice work.
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