It all seemed so innocent. There I was at the Crossed Swords to check out the convoy moving two 400 ton marine engines from Amman, Jordan to a power plant north of Baghdad. The nice Iraqi gentleman from the Ministry of Electricty even brought his pet sheep. Wait, why is the nice man dragging his sheep across the parking lot towards the engines. Ahh, I see - he is going to brush its fleece or something, seems strange to do that with such a large knife.
Oh. Apparently it wasn't his pet.
You want me to eat what? You'll be extremely offended if I don't eat this plate of food despite the fact I watched you prepare it in a mud hole with garabage strewn everywhere. Where in my CHU is all the 'Immodium AD' Sandy sent? Oh this is gonna be bad...
From walking up to the convoy, to hanging on the back of the truck, to my plate in 75 minutes.
The storyboard is a bit graphic if you are sensitive to such things:
http://picasaweb.google.com/Wayfinder6/Wartsila
The Wartsila engines made it to Samarra, Iraq and will be adding electricty to the grid by December (and I didn't get sick).
Name explanation - the Iraqi naming convention: first name, father of Cooper, son of Richard, grandson of Eugene, last name and tribal/city of familial heritage (Glasgow, Montana).
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Christopher Abu Cooper bin Richard Eugene Benson Al-Glasgow
Posted by Wayfinder6 at Wednesday, October 28, 2009
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In slightly different circumstances, I experienced the same thing. On a mission trip in Honduras, I helped some villagers butcher a pig for our last meal with them. It was kind of neat being included in the whole process, and I was the only member of our team not squeamish about it.
Best. Pork rinds. Ever.
The final dish actually looks very good Chris. Looks like a healthy serving of cabrito. I assume the person holding the final dish decided to have his "To Go".
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