I made it into the country. Now what? Dohuk is in the center of a big dry spot on the earth surface and surrounded by big brown mountains.

I have this guidebook on Iraq with me. I purchased used from

It is the Bradt Guide to Iraq. Very good on history. The writer did the 5 star hotel trip as best I can tell, so sort of looks as the Hotel situation as just pay and go.

A Middle Class Guilt perspective.

I must find out what I like.

So far, the most interesting thing is this group of men that are sitting around. I cannot tell what they are doing. For sure they are discussing something. But I did not see the normal excuse to do nothing. Tea, Coffee, or Beer... Maybe eating.

They have on long pants. A long cloth material wrapped around their waist. I would call it a Turbin on their head, but there is probably a proper name. Not that I have time to discover the intricacies of every aspect of a country. Life is too short to study everything. But these men seem distinguished and proper. Like the fathers of the cities, or maybe just the guys hanging around the coffee shop.

My father would do good at this. Hanging around listening at the coffee shop. My father is short on words, but that may be around me. But I am never short on words.

I will try to be diplomatic and very sneaky. I will take a photos.

This group notices everything, so I will have to be especially sneaky.

It is not dangerous. But better to not ask much.

They always recommend you ask. I prefer to sneak a photos.

They often get angry at just the question,

"Can I take a photo."

If you just take a photo like any normal person. They think it is natural and do not care. But if you ask, yes they have a problem. Too complicated for me.

I found a shoe repairman with a electric sewing machine.

I will have my backpack repaired today.

He looked like a good guy also.

The children ask me to take their photo constantly. So if you notice an inordinate amount of photos of groups of children this is why.


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