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Traveler to the East
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"You are young, my son, and if the years go by, time will change and even reverse many of your current copinions. Thus a waiver of themselves while establishing a judge of the highest matters ". Plato,
Events of this journey starting from about mid-March 2010, when decided to travel to far away to Malaysia as tourists, the tourism people show him what they want to see him, and hostage to their "pre-planned" trip .... This is not my idea under any circumstances when I'm not the capitalist adorns the resources, nor was able to walk the streets, nor convinced of the "perfect" picture of the tourism MySpace, tourism is in no way meant to be mine, maybe not more than interested in going to the beach in the summer, in the happy years!.
A flight made and after some research emphasis on travel cost and time, finally, Kuwait Airlines via Kuwait and if it is retuning was still the best, I did not wait at the airport should be managed in another independent plan, as it were another trip! .. days into each other, but I'm willing to travel and had contacted some friends there, and a number of amateur hosts within a fun project called (CouchSurfing, thanks Hany my best friend), coincidentally in the same period a fair electrical and electronics would be account, I registered for their presence, domestic flights booked for the exhibition and tried as much as possible many of the most important and "worries" collect details, a few unscrupulous bit!, through publications online, and e-mail Cser live in Malaysia, and heard stories of a friend who traveled is his tone of voice has more warning of the risks generally designated by the Central Asiatics for each passenger from the "Middle East utopian Paradise" as another 'fun' because they think themselves the center of the universe !!!... I was bold enough to laugh & in the face of the speaker and a similar debate revolved to a joke we shared together laughing loudly in the street!
Zero Hour is just a few hours!, I packed my bags and headed for the airport, I expected a number of problems, I was not granted any prior approval for Malaysia, and was able to get any information because I am Egyptian, I like Malaysia for 3 months without prior approval, which may be acquired for three times in the same statement, that is 9 months full ... What a nice place to be exploited and this is what I did, were there are events in turn smoothly until reaching Kuwait, the journey began "to" filled to wait four hours reading and listening to radio on my mobile phone, addition to the exercise of walking inside the airport corridors, which seemed to illuminate the darkness! What I do not know why the lighting system at airports is really dim and so excessive, there is no weight to the details to be distinguished without much closer !!..... When they announced the flight I was scheduled to go into a queue travel to Kuala Lumpur! my bag began to draw back, shoulders rotated into and pulling and so on, until the aircraft entered, I looked for my seat by the Internet selected service and a wife are found on the side, I had to sit down when her husband asked me politely to exchange seats as he was sitting beside her, I immediately responded, the ... chair was really small, it was clear to me that I could not sleep on this trip, however, I tried to find suitable seat position "and explore ways to sleep, but in vain, and I realized that I will wake up for a period of not less than 36 hours ... aircraft departed a few minutes before midnight, and Kuala Lumpur, about a hours in the afternoon! Because I could not sleep during the day, the chance to sleep on time, was alone on board, the dream - or need - evaporated before take-off! Looking around me than a young man who appeared with Arab elements and young people who appeared seriously - I think I have them - in their eyes to life, I found his welcome speech, because he barely understood dialect I realized he is in Iraq, then he said "The chair is tight .. No sleep tonight", he is studying Masters Degree in northern Malaysia .... Crew began distributing food and then started snoring passengers clear that the food heavier heads causing them seized at barely comfortable "beds" The crew scattered small blankets, with an average thickness, made of fireproof material for safety precautions, I tried to wind myself, I felt more comfortable and prepared for the deep sleep, despite the absurdity of the passengers and the lack of space, the noise and crowds of enlightenment and opinions around me, but the blanket had a change have a positive effect gave me two hours nap, (offered to passengers in a long flight, a light cover to sleep a bit easier for some).
After about six hours, they put the breakfast! I was not hungry, but "no" to sleep, took a bit timid, and when the plane landed at about one o'clock in the afternoon as planned a coup balance of time I felt in my head, my watch shows about 7 hours, but she announced that she was thirteen, I was back to the airport and the company running the young, respectful Iraqi man where he met an Iraqi colleague who was aboard the same aircraft and introduced me to him, he was too old to be a candidate! a man in a Such a session was still studying in this Age! But their eyes say they are here in Malaysia to escape from Iraq and its problems, it hurts me deeply to see who does nothing to do with the mistakes of others to repay!
Stamp my passport, because ninety days when I was informed, I found the Iraqis waiting for me after the passports port, thanked their politeness, bringing together their baggage and went to the city center, one of them insisted on paying the fare for me, in the usual Arabic generosity even took our bus from the airport, where dense plants, herbs and gardens, right and left, my eyes, clean roads in such a way as surprised swept every day, I have learned that the rain falls down in a high pace in Malaysia, up to 6 times a day in the rainy season, and one or two times in the seasons of "Drought".
Reached the city, we took a cab to the "Arabs" Street that is named Bukit Bintang, I insisted on paying the fare, farewell to together, then went to the hotel where I booked via the internet, I found the room is acceptable, a little rest and started to walk and explore the city, after the confirmation of hotel deal not to get lost! , I started walking in the streets, exploring the new place, really radically different than the first time, for example, see I cars with the steering wheel to the right such as Great Britain, and the first time I see the intensity of Chinese culture in this way, shops, restaurants, signs of Street, written in Chinese ... came in this passage the first streets in KL, a different sense of smell is there, it can not be described, but it was attached to everything, my clothes, my nose, my hands and even my shoes! , Smells like Chinese food, plus a mixture of urea and fluid around it, move along in search of the purchase Malaysian SIM card mobile phone, I asked pedestrians who showed the way one of the commercial centers specializing in the telecommunications sector, I was not there not find so decided to continue my walk in the middle of walking, a man was accused of offering prostitutes me! "Lady, Sir ?...... Indonesian, Filipino ... etc, "he said .... I have a lot of disgust and left him for my staying away, I felt so dirty in the hearts of people turns into a commodity in this way-like slave market ...... For my part, I still see the prostitute as a victim, not a criminal, a victim of the class struggle, did not rise, causing herself and her exposed body selling to serious risks to her life! later, I got that this is not entirely true in Malaysia as some of them are university educated and has a job and do it "part-time job" to increase revenues and more welfare, and the price per night or a part is about two thousand Ringgit about six hundred U.S. dollars, and in particular in the street, representing the Arabs, ... should not generalize!.
Continue on, walking with repeated presentation pimps, as well as a number of prostitutes, it was like a visitor to the street, gets to have sex in this manner, devoid of any psychological feelings such as love and admiration, only driven by excessive brutality, without regard to sex psychological effects of human affection ..... Really hard hearts!
Also got to know that price in Chinatown is different, it's just fifty Ringgits, or about fifteen U.S. dollars ,..... China is still adapting to the working class!
All this is born out of poverty, which, if she were a man ... I would have slain him.
Had this feeling of disgust, a feeling of resistance induced by spiritual and intellectual refinement for such situations that looks like it is inspired by the slave time!.
I went back to the hotel after getting the SIM, watching a World Cup football match in the room, and after fall of the evening I went down to eat and surf the Internet .... a nearby cafe where I met a young man who Arabian characteristics, he began to speak Arabic, Libyan He was, we talked, he told me in KL for five months, studying English, not much happiness, I spoke with him about his views on Malaysia and life there, he said: "I got cheated that an 'Islamic' state, and when I came here I lost my money, morals, my time and my religion!" (I 'm not with him to discuss the concept of human free will and that no function of the state "Monitoring of ethics / morality 'has), and continued his speech in the same way, the standard of Middle Easterners in the emphasis on morality and ethics as they were in the highest heaven,
Back to sleep because I was very tired, was I woke up, but the room was still dark I asked myself: "Is it still a long night or day is gone?" It was an afternoon I went to the exhibition, I was glad for a nice sleep, to celebrate the newborn - I mean the day, but the important point that I have quite a rest, there, I saw a number of products mostly made in China, South Korea or Europe, I asked exhibitors about products manufactured in Malaysia, almost none of technologically advanced equipment manufactured here in Malaysia when reminded I remember the words of a CS who said Malaysia is not much innovation or creativity to share it! The words will have the meaning!
Out of the show on road began to walk the streets of the city, look at the impressive twin towers, Petronas, two architectural masterpieces are particularly evident in the accuracy of the engineer who designed, precision quality that was engaged in the implementation of the engineering imagination, I do not think that it was imagined in the mind better than the engineer view the inauguration of the towers, how I feel pride in my work when I look at something designed, the reality, and deal with what I cared as a whole .. and better.
If jaunting alone, love of people and discover their love lives, found my way out to the center where the tourists "print" is dominant is not convenient for me at all, I went station, using a card in my thoughts of surfing the Internet, hardly distinguishes between the eastern and western side of the city without the slightest knowledge of distance, but how good are always forward, especially if you enjoy the different nature of what it once was, I felt I Earth son, a creature of the minerals and elements, attributed to the Earth and the Earth got it!.
Took a train, like the subway in the popular Cairo, I was in an area called Petaling Jaya, I was on the train tag in the vicinity of power lines! Who made me surprised to see the city, I concluded that we were just outside the city, or in another city has recently emerged as a result of urbanization expansion of the capital, as London and the City of Westminster, where London's suburbs to achieve the comprehensive and a merger with! Several of these examples in the "third" world ... I walked without a guide, to continue driving on a bridge after another, looking right and left, with many photos around the quiet neighborhood, which reminded me about the suburb of Maadi in Cairo, I found a supermarket, it was really fun to drink pineapple juice, you feel you eat real pineapple from uncomplicated sweet drink ..... then went looking for something new in the area, an internet café, church, mosque, temple, anything worth filming, am surprised to the National Electricity'm building, appeared modest, it seems that the electricity sector is not much profit to make, despite the crazy increase in kilowatt-hours price I began to feel the need to eat, do not pick up anything since yesterday night, a search for a restaurant to eat delicious Malaysian began, was at the time that restaurants are if people here ... races, by chance, I'm an Indian restaurant which turned out to be he ran the restaurant, where nobody speaks English, so I had to point out some chicken and rice, I know these dishes from my experience with Indians in Saudi Arabia, but it was not as I thought, strange taste, I asked for some water to drink, the man brought me very hot water, I thought he understood that I want to shower! Explained to him that it is very warm, the use of English, Arabic and Hindi broken, the man did not quite understand! And it was only rewarded hotter with another cup, I let my relative satisfaction to me to tell, "better than nothing now!" Finally, my way resumed, it was clear that dealing with people is not easy, the language is a major barrier and then I asked myself, "Does a man to know all the languages of the world, no advanced knowledge, but just basics?" I replied that I "There is not enough time in your life!, But the process should be" I returned to the train about one hour to walk again, I did not care for, it was simply to forget the worries of the strange foods that I have!.
I went near the station by a Chinese restaurant, it appears from the letter has described I can not help you "escape" myself from the intensity of the smell that smell .... catching my mind, later, when a friend called me from Saudi Arabia said: "Be not eat in Chinese restaurants do not (= Muslims halal food law), called him with a sigh, "as it were (Halal) I would never eat !!"... I went back to the hotel at the end, to rest and take a shower, then walk to the internet cafe at night, I went out and found the same young Libyan man well again, I spoke with him about his studies, talk about so many things right, passing the second night was still and wait for a long time as the next go to Penang.
Intensified the plane, did not always strange red color other than that the whole plane full, so I thought it was a bedroom and not in an airplane, appeared well, the rank of the red color, not that dramatic or provocative as well but feel something of the populist, like the beret worn by Che Guevara, referring to the power of the people ... arrived in Penang, Kuala Lumpur seemed nicer than a quiet, neat & rainy, I went to the exhibition, I walked in and found it more organized but a regional rather than in the capital, I attended one of the seminars on the subject that I do research on my master, who would never come to the end!, then my journey in the exhibition is finished, decided to practice walking in a great enthusiasm, careful this time of the terrible rain that does not begin until about three hours walk was over, I had to jump in a taxi and go to the airport waiting to return to KL, I can not remember such a hike, walk in Penang is more than nice, quiet, neat, beautiful nature, and people as well, I went to Internet cafes to rest for a while browsing the Internet, I found a "bunch" of children playing PC games, mostly with Chinese characteristics, felt I am under the impression that children are more energy challenge seems violent games, and the need for a kind of tactic is ..... funny guy, no more than seven or eight years old, in addition I was sitting, to stand to go out of the raw material that he asked permission, so I move my chair to let him go, and when he came back, I found him 'secretly' under my chair and suddenly appeared next to his chair, it really made me laugh from my heart, happy for the kids, who makes life really meaningful fun.
Returning Back to KL in a rainy evening, it was really new for me to the formation of raindrops inclined lines on the windows, changing angle as the resultant force direction changes of the plane with a velocity tilt & see later, raindrops looked like needles, the aircraft above the clouds, to obtain a relatively stable fly! Unfortunately, the was not long until the worst air bump I felt ever occurred, I felt my heart into my foot, screams of women filled the scene! a pretty bad time!.
At night I was invited to dinner by a Malaysian lady CS, I was not shy to the invitation to be afraid of but Malaysian food experience before you go, I bought her a little bit of chocolate as a courtesy in response to the invitation to accept her coming home after getting lost for a while in the dark streets, although in the vicinity of the Down Town!, there were two Germans, one girl and her friend, next to a young Englishman, the German boy leading the conversation was pretty blond hair and styled in a shape like a cockscomb similar to the Roman soldiers, he spoke about their journey of about 4 months and half, I smiled at him and asks: "Have you no job? "He hesitated to answer and directed his girlfriend to do, they said, after consulting their eyes, they were" in a break from work, "Working for two years and now need to rest, I smiled and told them both I think I need some rest after working six years as an expat, asked later about the countries they visited, they said they have begun a visit to Israel, Egypt and then, then moved eastward to Cambodia, Thailand, Malaysia and finally to two days in advance, then The man asked me which region I am in Malaysia? I told him, wondering, I'm not Malaysian, I am Egyptian, as word was like a bucket of cold water, he stared at his girlfriend and went to the speech, I temporarily end a dinner after the call Lady CS, were pure Malaysian food, I also enjoy eating without saturation, and made me ask to suffer for my country, my family, my mother & her food ... .. later, the young Englishman entered the kitchen and started talking about life, traffic, governmental hustles and many subjects, very clear to me that the young man practiced the ancient European way of flattery to talk, reminding me senseless with the guy in "Hard Times "by Charles Dickens, and meanwhile, say to myself: 'Boy, playing away, so many drums rang in my head" I like to give him more opportunities For more acting and pretend politeness, almost finished eating, we all started watching football match between Spain and Switzerland, the Malaysian woman and her two children there were, I noticed that her son was smoking in the presence of his mother, and our presence, where such behavior is considered "shameful" in Egypt etiquette, I realized that there is a difference in customs and traditions! , The match ended I shacked by hand leaving everybody back to the hotel, it was too late, there were no taxis, no transport, there was no other solution than walking, and embarrassing that I do not know where I geographically! But I realized that I am close to the center as a matter of common sentence because the journey was not too long from where I live, began to walk to the main road, where several useful signs were there, walking at night was more than a pleasure in a charming romantic weather with Zephyr, and roads, buildings, decorated with calm lighting, I did not care to walk anymore that day which I think I ran for about 25 km, I I returned to the hotel to sleep a very long night.
I woke up after noon the next day, I decided to the Islamic Museum in downtown KL to visit they made a three-dimensional replicas of each famous mosque in the world, with the main characteristics of each era and region architecture, also wide variety of weapons in The heritage of Malaysia, the currency and murals, houses (apparently from a survey there, his arms spread wide, part of the violence and counter violence in the Malay History shows!) ... After a long round at the museum, I went back to the hotel to rest for almost one hours sleep!.
At night, the Libyan men met again, he introduced a guy from Djibouti, we began to talk together, I noticed in the front of the hotel where they live, there was 'suspicious' go for a number of girls and young people do not seem to have guests, I asked the two guys there and they replied as Located in prostitution relaxation! The scene was just enough other than a paper or talk!. Conversation between me and these young people continue expressing my opinion, they refused my opinion, in fact, asking "Do you practice religious chastity? "I answered," I'm not religious, but I'm not an animal, "Chastity is an act of resistance against the emerging desire only,, do not move a bit. We talked a lot about the economy, identity, future and politics in Malaysia ... .. and how the problems reveal the real men 'metal' I have a number of words heard during this suspension gave me a good dictionary for some things like: "The desert is not the cultivation of grass and pasture, but morals and ethics" and "men's prison is the grave" and "absolute freedom .... corrupts absolutely" ... I went to sleep just before dawn, morning, it was time to a Chinese-Malaysian girlfriend to CS in rural KL, and I wanted to experiment, rural areas are really great, I noticed at the entrance of her house Buddhist statues dominated by red and yellow colors, while the right of this scene, one can "Last Supper" painting of Christ and his followers, strangely enough, I saw her asked about this 'mix', she replied that her grandfather had sons, ten, nine of whom are Buddhists, while her father and his family are Christians, I said - the natural reaction of a person who lived in the Middle East, where the prevailing tradition does not allow the diversity of religions as a family, "Is this easily acceptable in your family? "I asked:" Yes, there is no problem that we are all connected to each other! "She replied, and I had to listen to her admiration what I hear!, she and her family were very hospitable, it was clear that the house shares a portion of religiosity, they are in rural areas, and rural in nature associated with religion really, I do not know any other reason for this' phenomenon 'as simple as that each farmer sees the growth of plants is a direct act of God' every move and doing too! Although natural law is ... .. She suddenly saw a book with me, it was "Motorcycle Diaries throughout Latin America" by the Argentine revolutionary Che Guevara, which it did not recognize !!...... Walking on the mountain, I have never considered it in my life, it was completely covered with dense vegetation, trees and herbs, after a walk of nearly three hours, I began to feel very tired, the mountain is high & sharp incline, "You just can not stop, because the mosquitoes and ants can 'eat' you, one must go, "she said, we got a cabin up the hill, I was struggling a lot to keep breathing and sweating too much when I was going to solve! when she said: "The first time I went to the mountain was an exhausting, but getting used to," ... There we met a Chinese-Malaysian businessman, he was the owner of this hut, which we have invaded without permission!, he spoke very well, apparently well trained, he said he was almost all Arab countries, he added that the financial and administrative corruption in Malaysia would be a catastrophic situation with regard to ethical discrimination in the treatment with a yield of ethnic Chinese as a second-class citizen, my friend was really afraid to engage in conversation ....... He talked about fruit and its products deployed in this country, and how other countries began to develop much more than Malaysia due of political corruption began to fester, I do not know what happened to my husband "You know Che Guevara? questions, "he replied with confidence that he did not know! He was not the first person as a Chinese-Malaysian to say this, I understand that the culture in this country, specifically ... .. but do not know to where?!.
Down too tiring if you need to stop yourself going in the direction of gravity, then you end up doing extra effort, I went back to KL for the other Chinese-Malaysian Cser, the same group of people who are enthusiastic to travel & host foreigners, her house was in Petaling Jaya, where I was during my second day in Malaysia, there was her sister, her mother and a small dog barks strong, the house is based on the European system called "Duplex", ie the bedrooms on the first floor, while the hall, kitchen and bathroom are situated on the ground, I was thinking that this dog is a little cat! like dogs in the Middle East are too afraid to accept their heads!.
Chinese-Malaysian nice friend who treated me to treat more than excellent, do not leave her smiling, we were a little talk and it was clear that they have a different mentality of whom I met had during this period she was fat and able to speak good about the community, people, politics, which corresponds with our opinion about different things, soon her friend came and invited me to accompany them in a nightclub, it was a good opportunity to see the night life in KL to explore other than the "dirty"-BB in the presence of a company seemed different, moreover, a Nigerian gay boy studying in Malaysia with a smile similar to the famous singer Akon, joined us that we were completely and began to dance and joy into the late night ... .. Successful awake almost noon, then went to KL Tower in the city, viewing the city, it was a new city in the green top to see! ... Finished and walked back home.
At night I was invited by my friend to a jazz party, was a concert by the Australian band consists of a female pianist, harmonica player, rhythm drum-player and cello player, have we reached the room, the rhythm was slow and quiet one way or another, but really touched my heart, on the top most excitement and romance, that my tears were almost kind of disturbing, because of my heart tears, no pity for a song, but unfortunately for myself that I never did all this passion felt for a partner in the world I live in a world overshadowed by the false materialistic values, and less hypocritical allegations of virtue, killing the spirit of man, of course, came the universe .... romantic moments in my heart of the argument, but singing has come from the reasoning of these meanings, a sacrifice for love, the love that can not exist only on paper or abstract in the mind of a person, but I set myself still loving ... without a love partner!.
The singer guy is a real artist with real feelings, professional harmonica player, sweet voice and powerful at the same time, his words came at the loss of wounds, addressed to a man in his life cried, but too late, had missed things and events, and was left alone ... to cry! .. The songs were filled with grief, or what is called "Blues" it is realistic to some extent, but in a way that is not excessive in mourning, nor a nihilist, but rather a description of the case as it is, reflects an artist and finding positions through the song itself, I think this is the real art. He sang for the homeless and how they walk at random in the streets, accompanied by their backs to the walls, and keep walking without direction .... How beautiful this creative artist!.
During a break, I spoke with my friend about the concept of overall happiness. Can I bring a lot of moments of pleasure and joy, but the concept of overall happiness should be checked again and again, I do not feel the feeling of happiness, too-though I have achieved much of what I wanted in my life, but never, of something called 'abstract' total happiness ..... The event continued at the same pace, then I spent the night with a very rare quiet sleep, although we both had discussed the way home on the ideologies, beliefs, interpretations, such as issues are consuming the vote!, declare that I am an aggressor to the extreme causality approach, proud of that care, without as it is called "Atheism'!!... Reaching home, she handed me a cup of cold water in a beautiful gesture, it was a beautiful night, and memorable, I would leave Malaysia please!
The last day for me in Malaysia came, I woke up just before noon not going to go out like a long journey awaits me, as usual, did not I leave my book "Motorcycle Diaries Across Latin America" by "Che" Guevara, extending my back on a sofa and began to read with a true representation of what he said, feeling myself cascade from the spirit of the struggle they lived, Guevara and his friend Alberto, the two doctors who have lived the meaning of man, promoting the spirit of sacrifice for others, the oppressed, their rights to receive, not out of charity or handouts from rich, but a right in real property of themselves and their future as human beings with equal rights and duties ... .. Part of the day, my friend told me about different things, still referred to as "patience" to listen to what others say, although I can not get used to ... shown that this flexibility, it is not easy to find these days ... I gave her some Egyptian banknotes as she showed me a large collection of coins belonging to her grandfather, also showed me some fiber sheets had in a beautiful engraved painting appeared in great simplicity, it is clear that the artistic sense, integrated in the person, the worship of the concept of beauty, created philosophical, improves the environment while those who lead a materialistic life dry a pale view direction sensing or appreciate beauty.
The day went quiet, my friend drove me to the Central Station, where on board the train KL, "rapid train time" to the airport, by the time I left, I felt a great achievement if I managed to plan & carry out the trip, learned of the days I lived there that travel is necessary and essential for humans, to understand that he and his culture, no tongue in the universe, and most importantly for me is the treatment, meeting and living with people who soon will forget, for my life, and moments of truth and beauty, who were absent from my life as a reality ... re-explore a new man, perspective, dreams back to reality with horizons broadening and higher goals .... Realizing that I'm not as bad as idea conceived by self-denial, nor the most successful than 'less' than I ........ I am, as I am a simple man, never a gun.
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Hohner 542 Golden Melody Harmonica E $39.99 The Hohner Golden Melody harmonica has an attractive 1950s look thanks to its rounded shape and closed-sided, full-length covers. An especially airtight harmonica with a strong, full-bodied sound, the Golden Melody is the only Hohner diatonic harp with equal-tempered tuning, which makes it especially suitable for melody playing. Curved cover plates extend the entire length of the Golden Melody harmonica, providing increased resonant capacity. With a comfortably curved shape, the Golden Melody harmonica's smooth, rounded corners fit nicely into the palms of your hands as you play. Hohner sets the Golden Melody harmonica's reeds close to the open-framed mouthpiece, so it responds to the subtlest of commands—making the Golden Melody perfect for overblowing as well as for bending. You'll find taht the Golden Melody's sound is unique in its class with a slightly different tuning that produces full, rich, melodic tone. Although it's a favorite harmonica among gospel and hymn players on Sunday mornings, the Golden Melody can definitely hold its own in the blues bar the night before. The Hohner Golden Melody harmonica is a favorite of great harpists such as Pierre Lacocque of Mississippi Heat, jazz virtuoso Howard Levy, and Levy's renowned Cuban-Canadian student, Carlos Del Junco. Its unique design, coupled with an airtight, dark red, plastic body sets the 10-hole Golden Melody harmonica apart. Its equal-temperament tuning makes the Hohner Golden Melody a natural for country music. And there's no doubt that your Golden Melody is the harmonica that can bring down the house on blues and rock numbers. Choose your desired key! About Hohner: Hohner is a family company founded in 1857 in Trossingen, Germany by Matthias Hohner. Hand-made quality and close attention to detail has set Hohner apart from the beginning. A top leading brand in harmonicas, Hohner harps are distributed worldwide. Hohner harmonicas are played on the street by buskers, in intimate nightclubs, on festival stages, and even in Carnegie Hall. Despite a diverse harmonica line used in music from country to classical genres, the most famous Hohner harmonicas are their simple, 10-hole diatonics used frequently by blues, rock, country, and folk musicians. |