It's Different Here

Egypt is different to Ethiopia. For starters, we're having fun in Egypt - and we're eating. Today we mailed a package; it took about 20 minutes. The post office employee not only gave us a box and taped it up for us, but also gave Z a cheese sandwich. In Addis, it took us over 45 minutes to mail a package to Aus, time we spent wandering between window 2 who sent us to window 15 who sent us back to window 2 who insisted that we go to window 15 who told us that window 2 was the only place to help us. It was not fun. Cairo is fun. When we walk down the streets we hear, Welcome to Cairo! rather than, Give me pen. And they have the pyramids here. Them's big piles of rocks; much more impressive than big rocks.

Last night we went to the Morocco vs. Egypt match of the Africa Nations Cup. There was at least one cop in riot gear for every five people. Another difference between Ethiopia and Egypt: there are so many more police here. Maybe that's because there are things worth stealing in Egypt.

Z and I are discovering just how much we don't like the tourist sites. And how much we do like shops cluttered with dusty "antiques", even if they apply dust every day just to make the stuff look old. We travel well together; it's a wonderful thing. We're able to realize this and appreciate it now that we're in Egypt. Travel is fun again.

I am happy. Excited even. Renewed and rejeuvenated. By Cairo! Who woulda thunk? Other travelers that have been to Cairo have tried to minimize their time here saying it's too polluted and crazy. Polluted it certainly is; crazy too. But it's also lively and full of friendly strangers who do things like buy us lunch just because we're sitting at the next table over and are foreign.

Strikes against Cairo include the excessive usage of the automobile horn. Right now, in the background, it's a veritable symphonie de honk. The streets are madness; crossing them requires faith and fast footwork. On our first day in Cairo, we stood at the crosswalk staring into the mass of cars and wondering how we would ever get cross. As we stood there, a man passed us riding a bicycle and deftly wove his way through the traffic balancing an immense tray of pita bread on his head.

Tomorrow, we're going to Dahab where there will be less honking and hopefully less black-booger-inducing smog. We plan to relax for as long as it takes us to relax. Then we'll see some sights down on the Nile and then... Well, we're not sure what will we'll do after that. But then again, we're never really sure what's going to happen next. Especially in Egypt.