Motorcycle Explorer August 2015 Issue 7 | Page 82

I take off my shoes and follow him into the house, where he calls for his sisters. They respond, but only come out when Youssef is outside and has closed the door behind him. One of them comes to meet me. She is a small, curvy woman wearing a long skirt, a thick woollen sweater and a black headscarf. She smiles, makes it clear she does not speak English and gestures me to follow her. I enter a sitting room and am introduced to two other women. The room seems to be their communal bedroom. The floor is carpeted and along the walls are several mattresses, which they also use as couch. In one corner is a pile of bedding and pillows and a small closet with some clothes. In the other corner is a TV that is showing American movies dubbed to Arabic. A little boy is lying on his back watching the TV. He does not even notice I am there. get changed. Once upstairs, Peter comes to tell me that the guys are going out. Youssef will take them to a coffee shop in town. It is immediately clear that this is a men-only night out and I will be spending the evening with the ladies. I go downstairs and sit down on one of the mattresses. One of the ladies brings in a tray with fresh fruit juice and a bowl of chocolates. I wait to take a sip until they also have a drink. They look puzzled. Once they understand that I am waiting for them, they make it clear that I should not await them. Instead they wait until I have emptied the glass and have put at least one chocolate in my mouth. Soon after another large tray with food is brought in. In the middle of the tray is a large bowl of soup and around it are several small bowls with salad, vegetables, bread and fries. The women invite me to sit with them. I am still One of the other ladies brings in a plastic bowl wearing my dirty bike gear and try to explain and a kettle of warm water. I watch how the that I want to change into some clean clothes little boy holds out his hands over the bowl and before I sit down. They ask how I became so the lady pours the warm water over his hands dirty. When I tell them that I have been driving so he can wash them. I follow his example. The my motorbike through the dirt and the rain, women sit down around the tray with food and one of them runs straight to the front door. She invite me to have dinner with them. I sit down opens the door a little, peaks outside and beside them, but try to explain that I have reports to the other ladies.They are bent with already eaten earlier that night. No matter