my memory.
Well, my password was.
Promise I’m not really dead, although I’m so tired, I might as well be.
So, to update- Cairo= crazy, me= tired, taxi= expensive.
Ok, so maybe that’s not really an update. How about this:
Right, so Last I recall, I was posting about getting ready to leave. Since then, I’ve played with a transit strike (almost doubling the cost to get to NYC), wandering around amsterdam, hanging out in a cyber cafe in a’dam, eating yummy very expensive food in a’dam, taking train back to airport. Unfortunately, when I was there Either the rembrant museum was closed, or I just couldn’t find the entrance. Found the skating rink out front no problem, but other than that… Yeah. And by the time I got back to the airport, I didn’t have time to visit the free one in the airport- which reminds me, if you’re ever in amsterdaam, visit the free museum in the airport, it’s supposed to be really great.
Then I got on my KLM flight to Cairo, arriving at some ungodly hour of the morning. By the time I got my visa, and passed passport control, and visited the friendly forex at the airport it had to be almost 2 am. So I grabbed a cab (and probably paid too much- 61, or less than $10- oh, and tips for just about everyone- like in NY), and like the bad little girl I am, went straight to one of the most expensive hotels in the city. The Nile hilton, which was great. Does that mean I can’t belong here anymore?
The hot hot shower was great, the bed was huge, the balcony had a great view of the egyptian museum, and there were plenty of towels and big fluffy pillows. I liked it. I could easily live in that hotel. Forever. Never leave.
Inside the hotel were some wacky x-mas decorations, lots of mirrors, a mall, and a casino, as no 5* hotel is ever complete without a casino. Did I mention the bed? I just showered and crashed. There was no way I was gonna stay awake any longer- didn’t check in ’till after 2. Coolest of all was that everyone there- and I mean everyone, even the people in the cafe, where I snacked after wandering around outside most of the day, called me by name. I almost have to wonder if there just aren’t that many tall fake-red headed americans in Cairo. No, nevermind, I don’t need to wonder at all. I know there aren’t many tall fake-red headed anyoine wandering around cairo. Like, dood- even the housekeeping guy knew my name. Oh, yeah, there were like, no women working there, except in higher positions, like reception, and management. Kinda odd.
So yeah, left my bag at the hotel, tried to re-confirm my flight to nairobi, and took off wandering around the building, which is inside the same big high wall as the arab league building, and so more than expected surrounded by security. Lots of security, with big guns, and stuff. Lots of big guns and stuff. It was cool.
The museum was cool, too, but in a “wow, my hair should be up, Ishould have on long skirts and a corset, and be escorted everywhere, at least by a maid” kinda victorian, kinda dusty, kinda hasn’t been changed at all except for electric lights in the last hundred years kinda way. But for 8 bucks it’s not bad. Only saw the first floor, and I rather wonder if there’s anything left in any of the tombs or pyramids, or any of that. Yeah, cool.
Then I went back to the hotel and killed about 4 hours between window shopping, internet, and eating. Lots of eating. At the hotel. I am scared of what my amex bill will look like.
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