In 1970-71 I was stationed at a U.S. Army communications post in
Asmara, Ethiopia, which is now, of course, Eritrea. One day a friend
and I rode our dirt bikes out into the boonies. Way out into the
boonies. Miles out into the boonies. (And if you ain't seen Ethiopian
boonies, you ain't seen boonies. Trust me.) We stopped after a while
to have a bite, and some wine, and perhaps partake of a little
illicit smoke as well, though I don't remember clearly. <g>
A few minutes later, away out here in the boonies, we had attracted a
crowed, numbering about 11-15 young Ethiopian males, all standing
around watching us eat and drink. We were used to such, and treated
them in a non-hostile manner, though we weren't dispensing coins. I
looked down at the shoes on one young fellow's feet, and what to my
wondering eyes did appear but 007 buckles. Yep, cheap metal pained to
look like gold, buckling over the top of pointed black presumably
leather shoes.
--Bob
On Mar 10, 2007, at 6:18 PM, Andrew Fildes wrote:
> Thus we have indigenous kids in the middle of the
> desert acting and dressing like they think that Paraburdoo is a
> suburb of East LA.
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