Finally back home after a looooong summer. My loyal readers, thank you for not giving up on me. I’m back, and bigger than ever (figuratively and literally—why oh why do we gain weight in the summer)
Coming back to Cairo was like coming home. Duh. Back to the noisy, polluted city that is part of me. And yay for the bridge on kilo 4.5!! (An area notorious for its insane traffic because of a bottleneck–a 6 lane street that suddenly becomes a 2 lane one). They’ve been working on it for a year and it’s finally done. And hello? Why has the Citadel turned green?
Anyway, I spent a day in Cairo before packing my bags and heading to Sahel for one last week before Ramadan. A wonderful week, beginning from seeing the strange Dr. Olivee structure on my way there (what IS that??) and having the nice lady in the restroom bathrooms rationing out toilet paper rolls, to having mango orgys by the pool and sitting in the tired old open-air cinema in Zahran market.
As I think I’ve mentioned before, I’m not at all into partying/ the new Sahel scene so I stayed far away from Hacienda/ Marassi/ Sky etc. For me, Sahel has and always will be about swimming, eating, sleeping half the day, staying up all night at friends’/ relatives’ houses, and perhaps playing a tough game of Bank El-Haz (Egypt’s version of Monopoly). Akhery Marina. And speaking of Marina, has anyone else noticed the freaky four signs that go “Remember Allah.” “He’s always watching.” “You might meet him now.” “His door is always open?”
Q: Why does one of the new Pepsi cans look like the packing of Always?
it’s funny that just as you camehome to cairo, you ran out to the sahel again. it’s like you thought “enough nostalgia”… not so sure about rationed paper towels and always-like pepsi, though.