“Koo Koo Ke Chu – We are the Egg Men…”

Any Other Business?:

Dear All,

Back “home” amongst familiar sounds, one in particular stands out and that is the chant of the Egg Men. From sunrise to well after sunset, men on modified mottos cruise the streets moving eggs in every sense of the word.

These mobile nests, home to at least 40 well lit eggs, are distinguishable by their unique promotional clucks. Each is blessed with a rooster like horn and loud speaker used to rustle up business and my feathers after the umpteenth pass around the block.

My language skills are less developed than those of the chickens they represent, but I think the recorded chants go a little bit like “Ammone bak mok tik, Muny baki tombe” delivered time after time on a very short loop. The audio quality is fowl but I believe the message simply states “I’ve got a ridiculous amount of eggs to get rid of and you’d better get down here quick before I lose my patience…”

All I know is that somebody eventually “gets crackin’” because until now we’ve thankfully avoided both egg on both our face and place.

Kluk Kluk,

Mw

Ps. We are on leave for the next few days putting the Hong in Kong…back early next week. Thanks for stopping by.

June 15, 2009

Any Other Business?

Dear All,

Living over several seas, a long way from the comforts of home can be difficult and hazardous. But, anyone who ever opened the “bag of shame” I keep wedged behind my closet would really have to wonder if I’d ever even left.

Thanks to the armed forces I now have access to affordable anti-personnel ammunition I used to only dream of abroad. Included in my cache is the varied snack “Chex Mix”, its Canadian cousin “Bits and Bites/Meli Melo”, “Patriot’s Choice” sunflower seeds, “Twizzlers”, “Jolt Energy Gum”, “You Hou”, a six pack of “Sun Maid” individually packaged raisins, and a case of “Diet Dr. Pepper” to wash it all down with.

There comes a moment though in your life when you begin to question your lifestyle and the dangers you are exposing yourself to. For me that point came late last night as I tore into and overran a sack of beef jerky and 311 gram duffle bag of “Blazin’ Buffalo and Ranch Doritos”.

There are many threats here, but sometimes I am really my own worst enemy...

Mw

June 12, 2009

Any Other Business?

Dear All,

The movement restrictions imposed upon us because of the threat of being kidnapped are significant. We are though allowed to exit the compound on foot for missions of 150m or less.

In order to limit my attractiveness as a target, I trot pretty much everywhere I go.

Who in their right mind would want to lasso a W(w)estern cantering fool?

Cheers,

Mw

June 9, 2009

Any Other Business?

Dear All,

Boxes of tissues can be found everywhere here; they are never further than an arm’s reach away. Perhaps they are in part a response to the turmoil of thirty years of conflict or simply an accessible tool in a dusty, challenging place for nostrils.

Modern communications broadcast in millions of colors but even they would struggle to capture the brilliant output(s) of my Internal Mining and Resources Department (IMRD).

If you must, please see …

Bless you all,

Mw