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.

Khan al-Khalili bombing

Hello friends!

I just wanted to update you quickly to let you know that I am safe and away from harm, as Cairo's famed Khan al-Khalili was bombed this evening. As you probably could have guessed from my previous Khan post, I have no intention of ever stepping foot there again. 

I appreciate your concern - hopefully my existence here will remain bomb-free. 

Karma

It appears that I am eating my words about AUC - I have quite a bit of homework due this week, which will be taking up most of my time. I won't be available for lengthy conversations until Thursday; I hope you can last.

Egypt fact:

Egyptian men can shake their ass[ets] better than I can ever hope to.

Ibn Tulun tiptoe

There are various ways we roommates seek vengeance against AUC for their lack of consideration and fondness for picking the pockets of their own students. We've recently taken to placing stray toilet paper rolls into our purses, and today I jumped at the opportunity to sneak onto a private field trip to the Nileometer and Ibn Tulun mosque. 

Both Jess and Anna (in addition to many other friends) are enrolled in a class covering the art and architecture of Cairo, which takes students to interesting locales throughout the semester. The first field trip, which was today, included two of Cairo's more notable tourist attractions, the Nileometer and Ibn Tulun mosque. The Nileometer is a measuring column used to predict droughts and floods for the coming year; Ibn Tulun is reputed to be the oldest mosque in Cairo and is the largest in terms of land area. Both of these sights are worth seeing and it was clear to me upon first hearing of the trip that I must attend. To my dismay, sneaking onto the bus was quite easy; I had spent several long minutes devising many ways to avoid detection and was pleased with my cleverness that unfortunately would never be employed.

Regardless of my false cunningness, the trip was amazing. The Nileometer was very interesting (and cavernous), but Ibn Tulun was truly breathtaking. A few of us lagged behind the tour in order to climb to the top of the minaret (a tall slender tower with a balcony from which a muezzin calls Muslims to prayer), and we had the most astounding panoramic view of Cairo. The ascend was slightly unnerving, as the very last few steps were extremely narrow and rail-less, but I'm very pleased I made the climb. After admiring the view, we rushed down (carefully) to catch up with the group and this is when we actually entered the mosque. As we walked in the call to prayer sounded, which I previously posted as a video. The whole experience was quite magical - I highly advise readers to peruse my flickr account for photos.

Future sneaks are certainly in order; despite the ease of tiptoeing onto the trip, I'll continue to admire my guile to rectify AUC's blunders.

Call to prayer at Ibn Tulun

خان الخليلي (Khan al-Khalili)

Khan al-Khalili is one of Cairo's main attractions for tourists. Naturally, we had to go.

After minutes of careful deliberation, it was agreed that we (Anna, Jess, and I) should go at night, in attempt to find Khan tourist free and relatively vacant. We had heard the massive market was overflowing with Egyptian spices, perfumes, jewelry, and other gaudy trinkets. All day we listed the wonderful things we would barter down to virtually non-existent prices, imagining authentic Egyptian bags and rings and precious stones that would soon become our most prized possessions. 

We climbed into a cab and whisked out of Zamalek, on what is still the most hazardous cab ride I've ever been a part of. Our driver, an ardent football (soccer) fan was listening to the North African Cup, aggressively hammering his steering wheel with every word the commenter uttered. With limited Arabic knowledge, we merely saw an infuriated man exceptionally prone to road rage, shouting (what we assumed were) obscenities at every passerby. With nervous fits of laughter we gripped any visible surface, as there were no seat belts, until we stopped in traffic five cars wide. Khan is located in a part of Cairo we are not familiar with, so as we left the inner-city and our driver's intensity increased, we contemplated how badly we would be injured if we had to jump out of the taxi, seeing as he surely was driving us somewhere to be killed. Shortly after announcing this worry in the backseat, we discovered our humorous mistake; upon our realization, Egypt scored the winning goal and we were able to join the joyous raucous that was shared between taxi cabs abound. The rest of the ride was spent dodging our cab driver's loving stare through the rear view mirror.

We figured Khan would be hard to miss, so we didn't do too much research about where it exactly was located. Unfortunately, we were terribly wrong. We got out and walked down a tiny stretch of meager markets, merchants stepping in our path every spare second in hopes of luring us in. (No merchants were successful; although I have a tendency to lead them into thinking I'm interested, only to scamper off the second they remove their gaze - I must learn to be firm, for this is quite an exhausting trick). Eventually we wandered back to the sidewalk, deciding to meander a little farther in hopes of finding our destination of treasures.

After several wearing treks back-and-forth across the street, we entered into what we were sure was Khan. As planned, we were the only tourists in sight; unfortunately, this resulted in an obscene amount of attention. Our plan had totally failed - not only were we the only obvious tourists, but the market was still packed with Egyptians, resulting in a much more tiring experience than if we had gone during the day. We didn't find anything that was remotely interesting, and could barely discuss our disappointment with each other without being interrupted; "WELCOME TO CAIRO COME INSIDE!" or, "YOU SO BEAUTIFUL, ALL OF YOU!" or, "WHERE ARE YOU FROM? WHERE ARE YOU FROM?!" Needless to say, we lost our spirit and finally gave up, agreeing to go home. Bolting to the nearest way out, I ignored every call, whistle, obscure gesture, and succeeded, for once, in showing my honest disinterest. At one point, an enthusiastic young man dashed up to me, breathlessly motioning to come with him. I didn't have the heart to totally ignore him, and opted to let random noises fall out of my mouth until the man was convinced he couldn't communicate with me. This is easily the best idea I've ever had, and I plan on employing it whenever possible for the rest of my life.

We crammed into the first cab within sight and instantly felt better. Incredibly, Anna rivals my appetite for dessert and we managed to alleviate all gloominess with brownies and chocolate cake, a perfect end to a less than perfect exploit.