ok, technically this is more than one photo a day...
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8 years ago
tonight it rained in Cairo and it messed up all the roads along with my evening. I was supposed to go to Mustafa's engagement, but missed it because I got stuck in traffic. At one point, I started feeling nautious because of the exhaust gas. Towards the end I couldn't take it any more. I made a U-turn and started driving back home which took another 1.5 hr. In total close to 5. Can you believe this? Well, what's this got to do with the photo above? That's me all dressed up for the big night.
Some days life is easy, I have an obvious choice of photo to put here. Other days, I can't decide between a good photo and a funny one. Today, I had to make that choice and of course I went with the funny one. If you were ever wondering how many people you can fit on a motorcycle, here's the out of focus answer. I had to pull over by the road, roll down the window, and try my luck at capturing this. Afterwards, I was asking myself why I didn't step out of the car to get a better shot. You know, I would have had to open the door, take off the seat belt, get out, ... in short, I felt lazy.
I know it's not wise to write about food at this time of the night and my mouth's already started to salivate. This is ful or fava beans in arabic and it's the most common food eaten for breakfast around here. It's wrapped in pita bread and you can see these mobile ful sellers everywhere. At least, I see them all the time as I'm driving to work and even though I've just had my breakfast of old boring cereal, I can't help but feel hungry every time. I've tried this only once, but I have a feeling that if I stay here longer, I might ditch the cereal for the ful.
I wanted to see it from the time I heard about it. The city of the dead. A cemetery where people live in between tombs. I would catch a glimpse of this place every now and then when I was passing through, but for some reason I kept postponing my visit.
We've been talking about going to this local restaurant for so long that it kind of turned into a joke after a while to say "so when are we going to brince?" El-Brince is actually The Prince, but since p is pronounced b in Arabic, we have the local pronunciation become the written form just like it writes "5 min rob jumping" on my training schedule in the local gym. El-Brince is the meat place from lamb, egyptian sosis, liver to all kinds of crazy stuff. The liver which I always stay away from was actually delicious. The sosis was great. My friends' dishes tasted pretty good. My lamb was a little to fatty for my taste. We finished the night sitting at a local cafe outside drinking our tea with mint leaves. The street was like a carnival, a never-ending mixture of honks and shouts with tok toks maneuvering around microbuses.
There are a lot of things in this country that most people simply would be shocked to see, things I understand. Maybe because I've seen similar things in my own country. Still, when I see something like this in the morning as I'm driving to work, I'm left speechless. I know I'm one of those guys that wears a seat belt, so you can say that I've lost my cultural edge. I've been spoilt by that safe, comfortable, and sterile world, so it's normal for me not to comprehend it. I mean what if the pick-up truck makes a sudden stop and the pasha here who's enjoying the morning sun and the sweet breeze takes a fly onto good old Egyptian asphalt? That, my friend, is what we call in this part of the world "kader" or fate...
now, I have to tell you there's nothing like some hot koshari sauce to raise your taste buds from sleep... they warned me about it. my friends did, my driver in my first days in egypt, even the policeman at the passport control made me promise not to eat it, but I couldn't resist the temptation. I first started pouring a lick of it, then it was half the plastic container, and finally I was dumping the whole thing in. That heaven like feeling that makes you want to smile and cry at the same time (ok, I think here I have too much hot sauce diffused in my brain cells) while I ate the people's food in Egypt. I saw the shopkeepers eat this in between our negotiations, the esnaf food. I bought my tesbih