What? Bellydance manager?
Oh well, after many travels, one crossing East Africa overland by public transport, my first wife got her first bellydance experience in the youth hostel in Cairo. As the custom goes there, girls sleep in the girls dormitory, no men allowed. But gosh, they have fun! One grabs a chair and rattles an oriental rhythm on it. The other tie a scarf, veil or whathever around the hips and start to wiggle.
After a month we arrive at the South border in Egypt full of new impressions. The boat crossing lake Nasser to Sudan is leaving today, or tomorrow or next week. Nobody knows for sure. We'll have to be on standby everyday. Sitting on the dock of the bay, killing time.
Strumming my guitar on the boat, eating canned sardines with onions - many onions - helps making friend. No not the onions, but the spontaneous songs I compose while the boat slowly passed Abu Simbel.
