This is my last will and testament. Not really but the cab I’m in has already hit two other cars and we’ve just left the airport.
Thankfully now the traffic has slowed down to the usual Cairo crawl. Of course this just inspires the driver to start playing with paperwork. Maybe he’s doing his taxes.
Anyway it’s onlyabout 32 degrees outside so much more comfortable than Dubai which was forty in the shade and Bangkok muggy. Still, I only have about 45 more minutes of this traffic and I’ll be at the Mayfair, another hour after that and I’ll have six cans of cheap eastern european lager and some roadside kebab and all will be good with the world.
Ok, off the airport access road and onto the main highway into town. If I remember correctly there are a few tunnels to go through before we get to Zemalek, the bohemian quarter of the city. I used my traveller’s secret sense to sniff it out last year. That and the fact it came high up in a search for ‘free wifi in Cairo’
The flight from Dubai was mostly uneventful but the fact that I laughed at an Adam Sandler movie may mean I need to spend less time on my own.
On our approach, we crossed the Nile and I was lucky enough to catch a view of the Dhahshur pyramids (Red and Bent) and then after we turned around caught the Giza complex. First time I’ve seen them from the air, spectacular.
Tonight I’ll be sorting out my Dahab time and then tomorrow will take a taxi down to the Dhahshur pyramids which I didn’t see last year when I was here last year.
That’s as much as I typed on my phone while trying to ignore the traffic around me. I had to stop in order to give the taxi driver directions. Some things are universal.
It turns out the off license had a special on Egyptian Stella so it’s that that I’m drinking. Crappy phone photo attched because I’m too lazy to walk back to my room to get camera cable.
That will do for this post, more later I’m sure.