Leaving Cairo- Airport Edition

The airport in Cairo is never without a little adventure or possible bribing of officials. Both of my checked bags were clearly overweight, but the local Egyptian woman who was working the counter for Air France really couldn't care less about that. However, the weight of one of my carryon bags seems to disturb her.

Her: This bag is too heavy.

Me: Well, could you bring back my checked bags and I'll put some some in it?

Her: No, they were both overweight.

Me: Hmm....well, what if I just take out some stuff from one carry on and put it in the other. (And before she can respond, I start doing this. Always act like you own the place- best tip for travelling in Egypt and no one will really question you)

Her: Ok, it's underweight now.

As soon as I get to the gate, I transfer everything back into the other carryon. Really doesn't make any sense, but I'm not going to start questioning Egypt now. One of the worst things about flying back to the states is that you have to claim your checked baggage right after immigration and recheck it for your final destination. This is very difficult to do when you have 4 bags with you and all of the bitches with their 1 suitcase have taken all of the pushcarts. Also, because it's a huge airport and everyone who is flying into the airport has to claim their luggage in just 1 carousal, makes for a lot of bag stacked on top of each other. As a very independent woman, I feel that I can do everything on my own. I saw my bag underneath 3 other bags so naturally I jump on the carousal and as it's taking me around I dig through the bags, grab mine, and leap off of the moving carousal almost breaking my leg. There also may have been a few F bombs dropped in the process. As I'm panting and recovering, this elderly gentleman next to me says, "Why, ma'am I can help you with your next bag.....unless you think I'm being sexist...." in a thick Georgian accent. I'm sure I looked like I was a do-it-herself kinda girl who would be offended by chivalry. Not at all, I let him get my other bag for me. Then I dragged and kicked all of the luggage to the checkin counter. I was sweating profusely by the time I got there to say the least.

As I was headed home on the last flight of my 20 hour journey, the culture shock sets in. The flight attendants seemed to think they were the lead entertainers on a Disney cruise with their jokes and theatrics with the announcements. No need to entertain us- we're on an hour flight. As I was reading SkyMall, and trying to justify purchasing an underwater pogostick, I realized how Americans are completely attacked by consumerism. It's everywhere-even on the plane. There's just so much stuff to buy and so little time to have it all. Fighting against the consumerism and materialism is my goal while I'm here. Although I'm sure I've already failed this as I can't wait to go shopping for new summer clothes and already have my new Blackberry set up.

Mummy Tummy

Before I moved to Cairo, talking about bowel movements was just not something I was comfortable with. I remember one of my first conversations with my friend Peter. I mentioned that my stomach was a little upset. He then asked if I had diarrhea. I gave him a "how dare you ask me something so personal" look. Nowadays, it's standard conversation. Maybe even mentioned over dinner. Everyone can relate because they've probably recently had a bout of Mummy Tummy. I was just thinking on the walk home from dinner how bizarre it is that we are all so comfortable with each other to mention it. Another reason why I love my friends here and why it'll be hard to say goodbye. Won't miss the diarrhea, though.

The good, the bad, and the awkward

Just finished reading this book that Owen bought for me at Christmas. I really have no interest in mountain climbing at all, but this book is really good. I have probably read 4 or 5 books about climbing Mount Everest and watched about 7 documentaries on it and I still learn something new each time. It's so fascinating how hard it is to climb that mountain and how so many people die trying to do it. This book is about 2 rich guys who know nothing about mountain climbing having the crazy idea to be the first to climb all 7 summits on each continent. Since they are trying to be the first to do this back in the 80s, oh, and they are in their 50s, it's interesting because back then it wasn't as easy as it would be today. I won't ruin the end and let you find out yourself what happens, if they make all 7, who dies, etc. True story.

I absolutely loved "Life of Pi" which has the same author as this book that I borrowed from a friend. This was the weirdest book I have ever read. The back cover describes it like this "a man wakes up one day and discovers that he is now a woman". Umm, yes, super weird. Not very good. If you like really weird books, then this one is for you and I won't ruin the ending. Since I knew Owen wouldn't read it, there were times I would stop, explain the plot and then read a selection for him. Then we would look awkwardy at each other and then burst out laughing.

FINALLY, saw the movie, "The Blind Side", which was awesome. I'm sure I'm the last person to see this movie, but I'm glad I did. If you haven't seen it- you should! Also, saw "The Proposal" and it was kinda stupid just as I thought it would be.

I read a lot.

Just finished this on the day I was sick. John bought this book in India while we were in a cab and a guy came to the window to sell it to us. The books that he had were obviously copied from a copy machine. When you buy books like that, you never know what you're gonna get. Sometimes they are missing pages or some pages are blank. This one is complete so we were lucky. We had heard that this book IS India. It's a really interesting story about a taxi driver in India and it reminds me a lot of the lives of our boyabs. These are the old couple that we sometimes refer to as our pirates because that what they look like and sound like. It's just so interesting to know that there are people who live in your building who are living in utter poverty and you see it everyday. What do you do? What do you say to them? How different our lives must be. If you've ever travelled to India or plan on it, you should read this book. It's a great insight to how the structure of the country works.

my favorite things

Oprah does it....Or she use to, I haven't seen an Oprah show in 2 years. I've been really negative about Cairo lately, but there are so many things that I love about living here.

Obviously, it's pretty cool when go out to the pyramids for the day... but it's always a big reminder when you catch a glimpse of them from a distance. On a clear day, I can look over my shoulder when running on the treadmill at the gym and see them in the distance. That's when I realize how spectacular they really are.


This card says:

"Jast for your love

You are laugh make me fly

You are voice takes me high

And saying good bye make

me wont 2 die

you know why

because you are asweet

romantic angel from the sky"

I love how random everything is. I love that everyone walks around in the most ridiculous clothes from the 80s and broken English that you hear being yelled at you. IOWA?!? STRAWBERRIES?? Very very good. Sometimes you just have to laugh aloud at it all. Also, I've recently decided to carry my recess whistle, as John so lovingly refers to my "rape whistle" and blow it loudly at any man/boy who approaches me with any remarks on my beautiful eyes or unwanted touching. Love it.

This website might be completely to blame for gaining 15lbs since moving here. But it sure does make it convienent to get the best food from the best restaurants delivered to my door for 20cents delivery charge. I am so lucky to have such great friends who love to travel and are very adventurous and always up for a good time.

I love going on Felucca rides on the Nile. I am only a 5 minute walk from the Nile this year so it's great to walk over through the madness to escape all the noise and relax on a sail boat ride with some wine and hummus as the sun sets. This is a super old pic of a felucca ride, but I always forget to take pics when we do this.
Ok, this will have the be the first post of my favorite things. It's just taking too long to find pics and put them up- I'll finish this later....

another good book

Just finished this book, and it's really good. It's a fictional story about 3 of the 18 wives of John D. Lee who was a mormon back in the 1800s. He was a part of the Mountain Meadow Massacre which I knew nothing about until reading this novel. The author did such a good job of writing from the perspective of the different wives. I think it's important as an American to be informed of the Mormon movement. This is a religion that was completely created in America by Americans and is how the world views us. It's important to realize how corrupt and evil some of the founders of Mormonism were. This is how the rest of the world views "Christian" America.

karma

Last week, I took a sick day when I was just really tired and not so sick. So what happens this week....you got it, I actually got sick. It's a kind of really weird sickness. My lymphnodes on my neck are really swollen, my throat is sore, slight fever, and a very runny nose. Sounds like a cold, right? Well, I've been taking every cold medicine offered here- Egyptian and foreign- for 5 days and nothing is helping. In fact, I feel worse. So it must be Swine Flu, right? No no, much more likely to be caused by the pollution. Yes, the pollution has been terrible lately. The kind where you can't see your hand in front of you. Ok, not that bad. It's very hazy outside and the air is hard to breathe. Can't believe my parents are coming in town this weekend. I warned them not to come. It's weird how I've been travelling a lot the past few years and it just seems very natural to look information about a country before I visit it. Obviously, they have not done an ounce of research and they don't listen to anything I've told them. So I'm still getting questions like "Should I bring an umbrella?" We are in the Sahara Desert. "You said to pay the taxi driver 15 pounds?" No, I said 80 pounds. "Can I wear jeans?" Why the hell would you wear jeans? It's 90 degrees here. We are in the Sahara Desert. "Should I bring sunscreen?" We are in the the Sahara Desert. "Can I bring a laptop?" What? "Do you have internet?" How do you think skype is working? "Well, I just really really don't want to get Mummy Tummy..." You will. Sorry, but if you are in Cairo for more than 3 days, you will get sick. Everyone does. That's why I said to stay only 3 days. Oh well, last time to do touristy stuff in Cairo. I hate toursity stuff here. It's the worst part of Egypt. Everyone harrasses you. They over charge you. They grab at you. The pyramids are the worst. You would think this would be my favorite part of being here, but not at all. I hate going there. There are a million tourists who are paying 100 times what they should be paying to ride a camel or have a guy take their picture while they put their finger on the pyramid. It's embarrassing. If they only knew that it should cost $10 to ride a camel and not $100. Poor shmucks. My favorite touristy place is the Khan. I love it. It's crazy, people are in your face, men are making cat-calls, people get in your face and grab at your arm to get you to come in their shop. What I love is to take visitors there and just watch their reactions. Nothing about it shocks me anymore. And I know how much things should be and I know how to say enough Arabic words to make them lower the prices a lot. And then I just walk away because I can get all of that stuff on Road 9 with no hassle. It's just fun to mess with them and make them think they are going to have an overpriced-sale. There was a bombing there last year, and it gets bombed a lot because it's such a touristy spot. I can't wait to take my parents there, I think they will crap their pants.

Book Reviews

Maybe because I took the day off (sick- cough cough) and I'm bored or maybe because I just inhaled 2 boxes of Nerds, Sudafed and 3 cups of coffee- I'm going to write another post. I've been reading a lot of books since I've been in Cairo for several reasons. The most obvious is because I don't have a tv, but also because I travel a lot. Travelling requires waiting around for a plane, train, bus, boat, taxi, etc. so it's good to have something to do to pass the time. I've also read a lot because most of my friends are avid readers here too- for the same reasons I mentioned. They are able to recommend good books since there's nothing worse than wasting your time reading a terrible book. So here are a few books I've read in the last couple months and would recommend. Don't worry, I won't ruin the ending or plot too much. I'm a big fan of Jon Krauker(spelling?). I would recommend all of his books that I've read- "Under the Banner of Heaven" and "Into thin air". He does a great job with investigating the story and giving the facts while also writing an intriguing story. You've probably heard of this book and/or the movie which I later watched and also loved. It's the story of a guy who gives all of his things away, burns his money and goes to the Alaskan wilderness. It's not ruining the story by letting you know that he dies- it says it on the back cover. When I first heard about this guy I thought what an idiot he must have been, but the book gives more detail into his life and why he did what he did.

Coming back from India, I was interested in their history. This book gives a good look at the modern history of India. I had no idea about any of it. Before you read this book, you should read "A Fine Balance". It is the "Kite Runner" of India. Amazing book but not a light read. Read that book and then read "In spite of the gods" which is a nonfiction account explaining the events that happen in "A Fine Balance".

These next 2 books are really long books. Both are about how "religion" ruins 2 families. I was surprised to find out that the author of "The Brothers K" is a christian because it is written as if the author is trying to make a point that organized religion is harmful. Really interesting. I liked the "Poisonwood Bible" more just because the plot went a little faster. I don't know anything about that author, but it does bring up important points to remember when people are missionaries to a foreign land. It's about a family from Georgia who goes to the Congo in Africa during the 60s as missionaries. I would assume the author hates missionaries, but maybe not. Definitely an interesting perspective on how people come into another culture and try to change it.

I just finished this book. I really liked it. It's competely shocking and hard to read while sitting on the beach eating ice cream. It's unbelievable what some people have gone through and difficult to imagine living in a war.

Stalking 101

"His debilitating disease validates how wonderful I am."

Forgot to mention my stalker. Everyone has had one. Maybe even more than one. For some odd reason, Egyptian men will randomly dial numbers until they hear a Western woman's voice. At which point they will continue to call every 5 minutes. The goal? No clue. So I had this guy calling every 5 minutes from 10pm to 2am or until I turned my phone off. He would just sit there and breath when I answered and screamed at him. Owen screamed at him. Then each of my guy friends would call him every 15 minutes starting at 7am and keep waking him up. Then he started texting me in Arabic. I had a friend translate these for me. The texts would say things about how beautiful my voice it- (I've only screamed profanities at him) and how he wants to see my eyes. Yeah, totally creepster. Every female that I know has had this happen at one point or another. The solution? Change your phone number. No, I'm going to be stubborn. I have less than 3 months left and I'm not changing my number. Turns out that a man from my work knows the highest ranking official with the police department. Apparently, this is a major problem that the police have to deal with. Their way of dealing with this, is to bring bring the stalker in for
"questioning". (AKA beating the hell outta the guy)

Also, I was followed home the other night, AGAIN. Conversation went like this:

creepy egyptian guy: Don't worry. (as I am shining my flashlight in his eyes)
me: too late
weirdo: Can I talk with you?
me: no
weirdo: Can I walk you home?
me: no
weirdo: what do you do? do you live here? (still following me)
me: ugh. (be nice, be nice) yes, i'm a teacher.
weirdo: are you married?
me: YES!! VERY MARRIED!!
weirdo: do you have kids?
me: (realizing this guy is probably about 17) No, I hate kids.
weirdo: I'm a student. (obviously wanting to practice his English)
me: okay, that's nice.
weirdo: I want to see you again.
me: NO!
weirdo: Is this your street?
me: er- maybe
weirdo: Can I walk you to your door?
me: NO!

Get a clue! If you want to practice your English, following me down the street at night is not the way to do so....Also a favorite pastime for Egyptian men- facebook. They seem to think it's some sort of dating website. So they will randomly write messages like "Wow! U look awesome! R U live in Cairo?" The best is when they tell you all their stats as if you are looking for a 38 Egyptian male who is 5'6'' and wanting to meet in person. This might seem flattering if there wasn't the 2 to 10 rule here. If you are a "2" in the states, then you are a "10" here. One of my guy friends came up with this theory, and it makes me laugh- but it's true! Sometimes it's like being a celebrity with the way people stare at you. Sometimes it's annoying, but most of the time I've gotten used to it and just walk with my head down and sunglasses on. No autographs, please.

update

Guess it's been awhile since I've had an update. I've been pretty busy lately. Since February- was that really the last post??- we've had Spring Break in Spain and Easter Break in Dahab. Spain was really great. My favorite part was being in Granada and Jaen. After Suzanne and Steph left, we met up with Owen's friends who invited us to their home for lunch which was an incredible traditional Spanish lunch with the entire family. We also went out with some of his other friends who took us to their favorite tapas bars. Free tapas with any drink you purchase is pretty much the greatest promotion ever. It happened that the night we went out, there was some sort of competition among the univsersity students. The guys dress up in jester outfits(not sure, that's just what they looked like with tights and everything) and sang songs on weird looking guitars and accoridons for the ladies. Apparently, it is tradition to pay these guys to seranade the girl you like. We were with one of Owen's former professors and he said that's how he got his wife to like him! So there are all these groups of guys wondering the streets singing in and out of the bars. Very entertaining. I wonder how they determine which group of guys wins....

Easter weekend was a very relaxing trip to Dahab. This was most likely the last trip ever to Dahab which is kinda sad. Great friends and good food. One night we went out for a Bedoin dinner. This is when you drive out in the middle of the desert and the Bedions (the people who live in the desert- kinda like the natives) cook you dinner and sing and dance. We also went to the best Thai restaurant in Egypt. Which makes me can't wait until next year when our "Dahab" will be somewhere in Thailand.

Back to Cairo for the last 12 weeks of school. Never a boring moment. One morning last week, we are heading to school and at the turn off for our school- which is in the middle of the desert- literally- the road is covered in water. Now remember that it only rains 3 days a year here and hasn't rained in the last 4 months. Why the road is flooded is anyone's guess. As we get through the flood waters, we pass 2 horse carts having a "chariots of fire" race down the road. The drivers are standing and screaming while whipping their horses to go as fast as possible. This is like a major road we are on...
The next day we are driving home from work. We are driving pretty slowly because there's lot of traffic and we notice a taxi driver behind us screaming at the driver in the car next to him. Next thing you know, he (taxi driver) has gotten out of his car and goes to the other car, opens the passenger door and starts punching the woman in the face! He starts choking her and punching her as the driver is screaming at him. We stop our car and Owen starts to get out as the taxi man gets back in his car. Both cars start driving away, and the taxi man pulls out a big stick (because we always carry this in our cars-right?) and drives after that car. We pull off onto another freeway so we didn't see the rest of the fight. It must have been some sort of domestic fight. Maybe that woman was his ex-wife or current wife or daughter- who knows? Crazy. Apparently, there are a lot of domestic fights that end in murder here. According to the papers, that seems to be how most murders occur. Like I said, never a dull moment.

What a girl needs

It's funny how life changes when you move to a 3rd world country. It's the little things that you take for granted in the States that you start to miss. But after 2 years, you really don't miss them at all. Here's a list of things I don't have here in Cairo. And I just don't need them.

TV- I don't miss this at all. Obviously, we don't have cable either. I feel like I wasted so much of my life sitting in front of the tv watching something mindless. If there's a show or movie that I want to watch, I just download it and watch it on the computer. I haven't seen an English commerical since last summer. (We have tvs on the treadmills at the gym- but the commericials are in Arabic.)

Voicemail- I really don't miss this at all. I hate checking voicemail. Everyone texts which makes things easier. No one has voicemail which is really weird. So when I have to call a parent from school, I can't leave a message. But I can text them. Which is weird.

A cellphone with internet- Ok, that is just ridiculous. Why do you need to have access to facebook from your phone? My phone's most advanced feature is the calculator. It's a great phone- the cheapest one available. And I only pay about $10/month for the minutes.

Fast food- Forget Taco Bell, there's not any fast food here. There is a McDonald's but it's not exactly fast and doesn't taste the same at all. We do have food delivery from any restaurant in town. But it will take a minimum of 45 minutes.

Car- I don't miss driving. It's nice to have one less thing to worry about. No filling up for gas, no insurance, no repairs, no tickets, no worries. I do ride to school with a friend who has a car which is much better than riding the teacher bus.

Microwave- Well, we have one now, but I didn't have one for an entire year. And guess what? I survived! I don't buy frozen food or anything that you really need a microwave for. I rarely use the microwave. Maybe only twice since I've been here.

Walmart/Target- There's no such thing as a store where you can buy everything on your shopping list. Even for groceries I have to stop at 3 different stores. And you aren't guranteed to find everything on your list. I figured this out the hard way when I first got here. But then you realize that you don't actually 'need' everything on your list. If I can't find scotch tape, oh well, life goes on.

Shopping- I'm going to include all my favorite stores like Gap, Banana, Bath and Body Works- none of those are here. The clothes in Cairo are cheap and Euro/Arab styles= not cute. I really think I save so much money here because I don't spend any on clothes, accessories, etc. That's how I afford to travel so much. Which is fine with me.

US Weekly/ Gossip Magazines- I'm so glad I don't know what the latest fashion is and the latest celeb gossip. Who cares? It's nice not feeling like my clothes are very outdated. When you see a widow on the street with 2 small children begging for food, it puts life into perspective.

Radio- I have no idea about the latest music. Itunes tells me what is popular, but I really doubt everyone is listening to a song that says something about brushing your teeth with gin. Please tell me it isn't so! Our radio station here (that we listen to in the car on the way to school) plays English songs. Any English song- so it could be Frank Sinatra or Jay Z. Very wide variety and songs that we haven't heard in years. But most of the time, we just listen to the ipod in the car. This is why I rock out to Miley Cyrus and I'm not embarrassed at all about it.

Oh, Punny....

Bunny was getting a little agressive and started terrorizing my roommate. After some research, it seems that she needed to get spay or neutered depending on what she is. Also, cats will try to reproduce with bunnies- which really grosses me out. So we found a vet who takes rabbits and took her over their last weekend. Conversation went as the following:

vet: Is it a girl or boy?

Owen: not sure

vet: how old is it?

Owen: not sure

vet: Where did you get it?

Owen: from an Egyptian

vet: You know Egyptians eat rabbits, right?

Owen: ummmm pleasedonteattherabbit

We called the next day, but she wasn't ready. The following day Owen went to pick her up and I'm assuming it's probably not living anymore. She was very sedated from the medicine and being really sweet. Owen hands me the Vaccine booklet with her shots and stuff. I notice an obvious spelling error.

Me: What is this?
Owen: Oh, yeah the vet asked what her name was and I said Bunny. He wrote Punny and I didn't have the heart to tell him that's wrong.

Best Valentine's Day ever.

Even though I didn't allow my class to have a party on Valentine's Day, we had an exchange at the end of the day. Tacky gifts are a teaching tradition. But Valentine's Day usually reveals the top gifts. Not to be disappointed, one of my kids gave me this lovely phone. What I love/loathe the most about it is the fact that he picked it out. So something about this reminds him of me. I obviously like hot pink, shiny phones....in the shape of giant lips. Yes, it's real. It is the epitamy of everything that is tacky in Egypt. We have decided that whoever has the next social gathering, we will replace it with their regular phone in secret. It is definitely the gift that needs to keep on giving.

This made Owen homesick. He might have cried a little when he saw this.


And this made me homesick. I cried a little too.

My friend, Jay, just had this on his facebook status:

Winter in Cairo= the greatest collection of outdated Cosby sweaters the world has ever witnessed.

This is so spot on that I had to share it.

Incredible India

They say that nothing prepares you for India. Not true. Living in the chaos that is Cairo for a year and 1/2 prepared us quite well. We stayed in a very nice part of New Delhi, but we walked each night about a kilometer or so to a shopping center(for lack of a better word) for dinner. The food was incredible. I know that everyone always jokes about Indian food and what it does to your stomach, but I didn't have any instestinal disturbances the entire 6 days. Also, we were all lucky to not get Delhi Belly. The first day we get there, we decide that we want to get into "real" Delhi and get a driver to take us to a few sights. The main 2 were the Red Fort and India Gate. Then we took a rickshaw down a street in Old Delhi. Pictures really wouldn't do this justice so I had to take a video of this. I'm not a very good videographer and I never use that function on my camera so I apologize for it.

The Taj Mahal is amazing as you would guess. We also went to Agra Fort which was also very pretty. The time went by really fast. I felt as though I was getting very comfortable with life in Delhi and can't wait to go back to see the rest of India. There will be a return trip very soon...possibly next fall? The one thing that can't be found in the pictures is the smell. It smells just awful pretty much everywhere. Urine and feces are the most distinct smells. Monkeys were all over the streets in Agra. I have read that the monkeys are a growing problem because they get into people's homes and bite people which passes on rabies and other diseases that kill them. It's really hard to pick out pictures to add on here. There are just so many. I'll post most of the pics on facebook just because this tends to take longer.

You know you're back in Egypt when....

As soon as you exit the baggage claim there are about 2,000 men begging you to take their taxi. They jump in your face and show you pictures of their cousin's hotel and claim that they have the best taxi in all of Egypt. The guys walked ahead of me and it was like the Red Sea closing after them. None of these touts went after them, but came full force on me. I was dodging them left and right. I actually had to stop and fake a guy out, turn and run around him like a football play. Next I had to duck under a guy's arm who was shoving a picture of something in my face. Maybe the pyramids? Saying "no thank you" , or "I live here", doesn't seem to do much for these guys. I couldn't take it anymore. I screamed IMSHEEE!! at the top of my voice. This basically means "f off" in arabic. They all jump back 2 feet with their arms up as if they've kicked a ball out of bounds and are not claiming it as their fault. Owen turns around and comes after me, grabbing my arm and pulling me through this madness. Apologizing profusely for leaving me. I left the men standing around mumbling stuff about imshee? They were pretty shocked that I knew that word and that I screamed it. On the ride home, we passed by a lady walking on the street wearing a black burka. Not unusual. However, on this burka was a large picture of a horse and in big gold letters "Arab Hores" on the back of the burka. I wish we had a camera ready, but we all had a good chuckle. As I came home, a guy came around with the gas bill. 30 cents for the month. No joke. Oh, Egypt. How I love/hate you!

gotta get my nails did

I went with Elizabeth to get pedicures the other day. My usual place was packed so we went to the salon across the street from me where no one speaks English. It's a really nice salon and you can get a spa pedicure for less than $6. So Elizabeth picks out a nail polish color and the lady shakes her head and clicks her tongue. (this means NO in Arabic) The lady picks an entirely different color for her. Ok, whatever. So it's my turn to pick a color... I pick the same color that Elizabeth has on her toes. Lady shakes her head and clicks her tongue. No. No?? What?? She picks an entirely different color for me. What is this? I can't pick my own nail polish color? So bizarre. As everything in Egypt is. We laugh all the way home and always go back to my regular place that gives the BEST foot massage in the world.

a bunny story

The other day I had Bunny running around on my bed. I had my laptop on my bed which Bunny sometimes jumps on or tries to eat the cord. I left the room to get my phone and came back to a screen on my computer that said "End karat browsing now?" with Bunny sitting on top of the lap top. True story.

an Egypt story

I promised to post more funny stories, so here goes:

Some of my friends were sitting at a restaurant in Dahab. The restaurants in Dahab are all Bedoin style so you sit on the floor with pillows and stuff right on the beach. Like Thailand. So they were having dinner and these kids run up to the table next to them. Usually, whenever you leave the table, they always clear all the condiments, sugar, etc. Here is why. The table had not been cleared yet so the kids run up and grab the bottle of sugar and start chugging it! They are pouring the sugar in their mouths straight from the bottle! The waiter comes out and starts chasing them down the beach. They said it was one of the funniest things that has happened to them in Egypt. Only in Egypt.