I knew that I had a SAS to lead trip for 2 days in Cairo to hit all the big sites: Pyramids at sunrise, Sphinx, Egyptian Museum, and the Bazaar, so I was prepared to spend the first day just "being" in Cairo. Granted, Cairo is not close--and after a 3 hour hot, sweaty cab ride from Alexandria (our port), I had begun to rethink my plan. Our cab driver was the most persistent cabbie we met outside the
Egypt quickly struck me as being dusty, barren, dirty, hot, and brown. Traffic is very disorganized, meaning the painted lane lines are irrelevant and were a waste of someone's time.
He was a super hospitable guy, even stopping along the way and buying us Pepsi's to ease the heat. Mido was his name--a young 28 yr. old Egyptian man, born into a family of cabbies from which the art of
My travel partner was on a mad-dash for an overnight train to Luxor, which left me and Mido getting back to Cairo on our own late that night. The idea of this was something that I paused to consider the safety of several times that day, but in the end Mido had won over my confidence
The next 2 days were spent in a large tour group on an even larger tour bus (i.e. Definitely not Stephanie-style!) that was traveling in a caravan with 3 other equally as large tour buses around Cairo from tourist spot to tourist spot. On the one hand, it was nice to be shuttled from place to place without having to navigate trams
It was my turn to carry the medical beeper for the next two days, so essentially I was forced to relax and hang around the ship more often....which is a nice thing to be 'forced' to do because it is easy not to take care of yourself and become a slave to the block of time in country. I got to see the famous library of Alexandria. Very interesting place: held the 2nd machine ever to be able to print an entire book in 20 minutes, architecture was designed in a way to use only natural light and no light bulbs, but never let direct rays in, and from the outside was supposed to symbolize
A highlight of the day was spontaneously meeting a group of University students at the falafel shop. They saw us in line and graciously offered to help order our food. We all began chatting and discovered how amazingly perfect their English was. One of the girls told me that she had never left Egypt to practice her English (amazing!) and was currently enrolled in a class to 'perfect' her accent to enable her to work in a call center. The goal, she said, was to emulate the Britsh accent like on the "BBC network". They listened to recordings of this in class as a way of changing her accent to be 'neutral' for the call center. Wow, and doubly wow!
All in all, Egypt is a place that I need a historian to come back with me next. (Adam, help!) Too many nuances and too many details that I felt that I glazed over because no one was there to tell me about them! Chalk that up as the need for another trip. Dad, when you're ready, I am too.
Thanks for keeping up this far!
On our way to Morocco now. More of this adventure later.
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