Last night's posting delayed - part 2

Fellow Instructors
The driver knocked on G's door and he came out to meet me. A young British man wearing a T-shirt and khaki shorts and head shaved near bald. Then we knocked on B's door... the woman from Cardiff who I met just before she left for here. They seemed bored... bored by my arrival, bored in general? I don't know, but the thrill of being in Kurdistan had clearly worn off already for them. In any case, they invited me out for dinner for my first night. We showed a driver a paper with the name of a park written on it. (It took me 5 times however to understand that G was saying 'park' and not 'pub'), It was hard to see anything as it was quite dark, but the park seemed quite expansive. There was a large screen with local TV on and a loudspeaker blaring… this competing with music blaring from a speaker in another location of the park. We wandered until we found the restaurant, which was a little building with stairs up to a rooftop where people were drinking and dining. (Good I arrived at night as it is still Ramadan). G and B say that this is the best restaurant in Hawler and the only one where B who is vegetarian can eat. They brought us 2 big plates each with 3 kinds of antipasti. Then we had omelets filled with stewed vegetables and a plate of chips, 2 teas and a coke, and G smoked a water pipe. All of this came at $27 US. We then wandered for what seemed like hours trying to find a taxi to get us back. We arproached a man in combats and a machine gum who was guarding the entrace of the park, but he just waved us off in the direction of the road saying, 'taxi, taxi'. While we floundered about helplessly jumping between 6 lanes of traffic, the guard started an intense conversation with the driver of a truck parked inside the park gate and waved us over... just as he wastrying to explain the other guard would take us, a taxi came.