Faulty clips, prozzies & dancing

Yesterday the clip to my internal luggage strap broke. Mustafa the hostel owner said he would sort me out today so we took a brisk walk to the menders. Managed to find a larger clip not quite the right type but would do. On the way back I heard a SHHH hissing sound come from a window and there I saw a woman with plenty of makeup and breasts protruding from behind the bars in full display. A prostitute. Now I understood why there were many young boys loitering late last night next to this very house. I resolved to capture a picture when I made my way to the next hotel.

I walked past and *tried* to be discreet. Unfortunately I wasn't. The mantra "No photo no photo" came from the window and the few boys who were around found it an opportunity to display their chivalry, crowding me and watching me to ensure I delete the photo I just took.Read more