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It’s true, you can smoke a shisha pipe and write a weblog over a 4Mb wireless connection at the same time!

When you think that the Weblog is hosted in California and I’m sitting outside in a hotel bar in Amman with my laptop open in front of me, it’s all rather confusing. If I had my webcam and microphone to hand, I could even stream video and sound to the website and show you tonight’s very pink desert sunset.


Next stop Kabul

With an early morning flight back to Heathrow to catch tomorrow, it’s been one of “Those days” today. Having moved a meeting with the previous ICT Minister to the afternoon to suit the diary of the Finance Minister, the latter suddenly resigned, - not my fault- leaving me no option but to find a Jordanian sushi bar before trekking over to another meeting at MOCIT, the Ministry of Technology. From there, with everyone else apparently evacuating Amman for the weekend, it was off the meet Fawaz Zu`bi, the previous Minister of Information & Communications Technology, supported by our Ambassador in Jordan, Christopher Prentice, an unexpected honour.

The bad news is that the Ambassador and I haven’t been able to find any Mosque alarm clocks that one of our regular readers asked if I might pick up for him as a souvenir, better luck next time perhaps but all the shops are closed but we did try!

The young lady in the photograph is my Jordanian assistant, from the local partner, a talented, graduate consultant Java and C# programmer who has been offered an unusual choice of postings by the UN, Baghad or Kabul. I suggested that San Francisco or London might suit here more. Does anyone want to rescue her?

Comments

@. George said…
i'd rescue her! Work--LuCIS software. It would be good if she contacted me- diablo80mx@hotmail.com. What is her name by the way?

Arjun
@. George said…
i'd rescue her! Work--LuCIS software. It would be good if she contacted me- diablo80mx@hotmail.com. What is her name by the way?

Arjun

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