The trip to Somalia.

My wife and I decided to go on an organized trip to Somalia, to see for ourselves what the place was like.
It didn't start well as the train we were traveling on broke down just few miles north of the station.
We found ourselves stranded in a scary hell hole where no one around us spoke any English!
The train and surrounding streets were full of Muslims, angry bearded types that glared at us.
My wife stood out in her brightly colored sun-dress, as all the local women were draped in black, head to toe, burkes.

We were extremely scared and convinced that we were in deep trouble.

Just then, Dave our group leader, ushered us off the train and around the corner from the Minneapolis Train Station to the Greyhound terminal, where we continued our journey safely to The Minneapolis-St. Paul Airport.

Hmmmmmmm. Who do we blame?