History of godasses has a flavor quite Algerian, so much tell it.
I go to the desert in three days (well, sleeps four, but this day is over and I leave at dawn Monday. Gnan) and I have NO idea of dress that would be de rigueur in the Sahara. Jeans? Ronning? (The first one says "basketball" in the comments is to provide rehabilitation for Samia to trowel. Yes, we must improvise with our toys in Algeria. * Sigh *). Tuareg turban kind Chamelet hair?
Say a Canadian did not quite mind.
I went out Wednesday night (Friday night here, there would cazzoù Canadians who have just joined the blog. GRRRRRRRR) with Samia shopping. I could find a jacket (windbreaker arg.. They m'assimilent) not too expensive (after trying a simulated Lacoste sold 32 000 AD, the equivalent of $ 600. There are things expensive here) . But the boots were costing $ 300. I restrained myself, preferring not to pay five times the price for shoes. I will survive with the sand in my shoes.
Before lick windows Algiers, however, I told Samir that I wanted "boots." Gender, black, soldier or other solids. Ceuze found in every street corner in Montreal. Samia told me they would never find, it is not sold here. Arrived at the first store, I found almost suitable boots (well, for the desert, not quite for games where I represent a quasi-marital authority martial). Samia said: "AH! You wanted the godasses !!!».
... I was going to eat before the young men in the sports shop.
Clearly, a "boot" Men here goes to the knee and we are not surprised when a couple buys a single paddle tennis. I had my hand on Sam this afternoon (the word "boot" has all kinds of subjective definitions). Everything is going: D
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