Prince Ali

I would like to preface this post by saying how stoked we all are about the response this blog has got and that we are loving all your messages when we read them out at dinner or breakfast.

Among my purchases so far, I purchased a pair of Ali Baba pants and I think I'm in love. As maybe a few of you will know, I was involved in a production of Aladdin a week before departure and as part of my costume I had a similar pair of pants. They do not even compare. The Ali Baba is a triumph of design, spaciousness, and light material. If I didn't think the crappy fabric (I bought these for Rs 200, around NZ$4) would disintegrate as soon as they get anywhere near water for a wash, I would live in these things. I've only had them for less than a day, but already I'm contemplating the purchase of more. 

For those of you that don't know what the Ali Baba pant is, here's a run down. They cost me Rs 200, but if you're Will Allen, Chris Moses or Alex Krofcheck then they cost around 3 times that amount. They have one pocket, and elastic around the waist and bottom of the legs. The rest is just pure space. Once you put on a pair, it feels like you are wearing nothing. Like seriously nothing. The freedom is astounding. They might not be the most good-looking of pants, but hey I'm not trying to impress anyone with these. With Ali Babas you just don't care.

On a slightly stranger note; last night I was approached to purchase "good quality hashish from the mountain". I politely declined, but could not escape the thought that these lovely pieces of cloth around the bottom half of my body make me look like a total stoner. Oh well.

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