Just for the record, I would have won had we made a bet. While my eyes rolled during a very long 45 minute show comprising of mock fights and 3 second chariot racing, my mom laughed out of embarrassment for ever thinking the show would be worth seeing.
|One of many "thrilling moments" in the chariot race show|
"Take your picture?," another boy came up to me and asked. "No thank you," I responded. Soon after, I noticed one boy after another strategically place himself in front of me, while trying to act inconspicuous, to have his picture taken. It then dawned on me what they were actually asking. "Hey," I called to one of the boys standing a few feet in front of me, "do you want a picture with me in it?" His eyes lit up and he nodded his head. "Sure," I smiled, "I'll take a picture with you."
Those boys were never too far away, though, as we toured the cobblestone roads. For when the poppy began to wither in the heat, I was immediately presented with another, and another, and another.
If only experiences like that would happen to me in the rest of the world... but by men who were in their 30's as opposed to boys who were 13.