Part 3

“I’ve missed you!” The third person screamed and threw themselves on me, in as many minutes. I had barely left the loading dock for my ship yet.

“I’m sorry, I’ve never been here before, you must have me mistaken for someone else.” I apologise again.

“You’re not Gorsh?” They ask surprised.

“Nope. Never met him. Hell never even heard of him.” I scrub my scalp in annoyance, but try to be polite. It’s my first time here after all.

I chose this backwater planet to refuel and resupply because I had let myself get dangerously low on both things. As an asteroid miner, it wasn’t unheard of to be gone for three or more years at a time for a job.

A large hand fell on my shoulder. Okay, I’m getting annoyed now. I turn to deny knowing another person, only to see my crewmate John there laughing.

“Gorsh huh? You never told me you came from a place like this.” He had been watching then.

“John. You know me. Riley. I come from Astora and this hole in the wall is a long ways from there.”

“I know I know. Wonder who this Gorsh guy is.” He chuckled.

“No idea, lets try and get what we came for and get out of here.”

I said that, but even looking around, I knew that it was going to be a while coming. People were looking at me whispering. I could see at least two more getting ready to approach me. Great.

“Maybe I should stay on the ship…” I started, but John laughed once again shaking his head.

“No way. Me and the other boys are bad with our finances. You’re the only responsible one of the lot of us.”

It was true. They lost more to gambling than they kept. Good thing room and board were part of our pay I supposed.

The day wore on, and all I wanted was to get on the damned ship. People were touching me, grabbing me. Some started sobbing on sight. It was more than a little distracting.

I heard noise behind me as I stood in front of the third vendor that was too busy to talk about this Gorsh fellow than to sell to me. Before I turned to look, I heard, “Gorsh. Welcome home son.”

Oh no. His father. I turn expecting the worst. “Sir, I’m sorry that you have me confused for your son. However my name is Riley, a member of the mining team aboard the Halifax.”

He just chuckled. “Always the jokester, son.” Then he pulled me in for a bone crushing hug.

I shoved him away, and he looked shocked. “Gorsh, what’s wrong?”

Okay, I was getting pissy now. “I. AM. NOT. GORSH.”

The man stopped, and loo

Greetings fellow space travelers. I just dosed 1.1g with about 2g of PEG about 20 mins ago, I can already feel the beginnings of a stellar evening. Lady mary jane is on her way here to get smoked. I should be at an early 3rd plateau in an hour and a half or so, I weigh about 300lbs so that's why I took such a hefty dose. This is my first time trying pure dex, wish me luck! Will report back any alien contact :) Have a good night my fellow astronauts, may you all have safe travels!

For those of you who don't know, Asal Eswed is a popular Egyptian movie about an Egyptian guy visiting Egypt after about 20 years abroad. He realizes that things are completely different than they once were. Now, I haven't really paid attention to the issues here visiting annually from the U.S. since I was young. But as I grow into my late 20s and especially during my current visit, I feel like I'm getting a taste of what Egypt is. Perhaps this is because I've started to work so now I'm going out and spending my own money and have more responsibility around my family than before. Or because I'm paying more attention. When I arrived at the air port, my family was late due to the airplane arriving an hour early (Egypt air pilots are high class IMO).

Anyways, as I waited outside for family, I was accompanied by around 50 taxi drivers, 10 of which have asked me if I wanted a ride. Even when I politely refused, another three would appear and even offer that I can even use their phone if I wanted to for free. When I went back inside, there were still the limousine drivers who ran to me to ask if I needed a ride with their limousine manager shouting at them to control themselves. I have to admit, I was tired and anxious at that moment. On the bright side, the limousine manager let me make a phone call to my family no strings attached. On my way to the car, I was given an offer I literally wasn't given a chance to refuse, a guy casing me from a distance lifted my bag off my cart and brought it to the car. When my dad gave him money, the guy pointed me to the parking payment booth and said in my ear he'd like to have some of what I brought with me as in a tip from me as well, I said thank you as he's already been tipped. At the parking booth, I was going to pay but another dude rushed in front of me to pay first and when it was my turn, one of the booth guys broke into a fight with guy from outside and the other booth guy was trying to separate them. The issue seemed to resolve in a matter of minutes.

Anyways, now I'm a little settled in Egypt. Riding a taxi to my cousin is also an adventure of its own, a guy had a "broken" 3adad (taxi meter)and that never ends up working out too well. This guy was ranting about how the female beggars were owned by male hustlers who use the begging money to fund their drug habits and he even went as far as to rant that these women are prostitutes by night... I wasn't comfortable about his low opinion of people he did

Here's a link to [the Guardian article](http://Is it time to shut down the zoos?https://www.theguardian.com/world/2020/feb/02/zoos-time-shut-down-conservation-education-wild-animals?CMP=Share_AndroidApp_Kopiuj_do_schowka) about zoos.