Got up early for tennis today and then to work. But this afternoon,
I visited the new and first-ever shopping mall in Sudan. Walked
through the metal detectors into a space not yet full of shops. But
there was a Payless Shoe Store and a hypermarket. Bought some
lentils, spices and olives. But what I really came for was to try
the bowling alley. It's run -- as I think everything is -- by the
Turks. There are maybe 10 lanes and they have electronic scoring and
appear regulation. I bowled three games -- one for free from the
manager -- and on the last reached my high score for the day, 102.
The lane had a wicked curve and desperately needs polishing. It was
impossible to hook left and anything from the right really hooked
right. But
I was bowling in Sudan!
Note: I should add that the spectacle of the American Charge at such an typically American activity grew a bit of a crowd. A local bowling hustler -- just learning his tricks -- bowled with me for a game. As I remember it, it was competition that helped me reach the heights of 102.
