So, I went to Kirkuk...
... and had a great time.
Did you that Kirkuk claims to be the burial place of the biblical Daniel? Neither did I, but I saw the place where he is buried.
Well, I saw it from the car. As we drove past. Kirkuk isn't exactly what one would call "safe for tourism."
Contrary to what one might expect, I had a very relaxing weekend: watching TV, hanging out with (cool) Americans, eating Pizza Hut pizza (neither rice nor beans in sight!).
Unfortunately, on the last night I started feeling a little "under the weather." Sis will know what I mean... Anyway, I wasn't well and in the morning I felt terrible.
On the way out they packed us into bullet-proof vests (better safe than sorry, right?) and we were on our way. We only wore the vests until we were out of the city, then we took them off.
As we drove home I started to feel really nauseous. Now, I'm not one to feel car sick, but that didn't stop me from blowing chunks all over the side of the road, did it? I was miserable, so I asked the driver to stop. And there, in the rain, on the side of an Iraqi highway, I was sick for the first time in years, I think, and I was left wondering: When, exactly did I eat rice?
Ah, good times in Kurdistan.