Accidents

In a city where the road resembles a major department store during the holiday season, I've become fairly numb to the absurdities I see on the way to school and back: three people on a one person moped, children plopped on their mother's lap, disuse of indicator lights and lights in general (even at night), disuse of seat belts, etc. Combined with the lack of speed limits in Cairo, the road is a perilous place.

I knew it was only a matter of time before I got in a car accident, and I prayed it would fall on a day where I found a working seat belt. Fortunately, it did. I've been curious about how an accident would be handled, since all transportation in Cairo seems to be in shambles. After a young man on a moped attempted to squeeze in between two cars (one being my friend's) and promptly failed (securing his handle bars and hands into both cars), my friend got out of his car, surveyed the damage (removed the man), and drove off. No exchange of numbers, names, or information - it was rather painless (although I can't speak for others).

Genocide

After a long week of avoiding the kitchen, Anna, Jess and I decided it was high-time we attacked the variety of "friends" occupying our cooking area. Although a relatively peaceful occupation, our rivaling families could simply not coexist, and being the chief bug-catcher, I took the liberty of starting a genocide of all trespassers. I can proudly proclaim that I did a fine job of executing the invaders, and have in fact, become quite murderous (with proper weaponry). I took great delight in protecting dear Anna and Jess (who dutifully assisted me), and was pleased to hear the slew of obscenities released as our co-residents dissolved (perhaps this imagery is too literate).

Although I don't plan on selling my talents on the market, it's nice to know that I can handle this notorious creeper sans anxiety. I may have killed useable brain cells, but my Raid overuse has left us with a beautiful kitchen -- Bon Appetit!

Egypt fact:

Those fortunate (or, arguably, unfortunate) enough to own a car in Egypt typically outfit their cars with the gaudiest accessories available: colorful fur, stuffed animals, sparkle beads, black lights, stickers, etc. The most conspicuous (and naturally, the most popular) seems to be the oversized Tweety bird headrest cover.

Apologies

This is the last apology I'll make for my lack of blogging: I have food poisoning - again - and I'm feeling a bit uncreative at late (among other terrible feelings).

I've moved into a new place, which is quite lovely despite several critters that have made our kitchen their neighborhood.

My recent travels have provided me with amusing stories for those of you that rely on my Egypt recounts as a source of escapism. As soon as the poison leaves my body and midterms finish, I will write to our hearts content. In the meantime, peruse my photos at your leisure.

Simon says:

Simon says: MOVE OUT

In this case, Simon is a our landlord. Details about said move and vacation to the Red Sea soon.