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Travel Blogs from Cairo
... they don't stop and keep following you. There tactic consists of three phases. First, they just bug you, asking if you want a ride, to buy something, whatever they're selling. It's the polite approach: what's your name, where are you from, etc. failing that, they try the sob story: there are no tourists, my horse needs to eat, I need to feed my family, etc. not saying its not true, but they try to manipulate your emotions. Failing that, they try the angry and yelling ...
... I put my bag through the security scanner I was told off. It was all very confusing. The guy insisting he was a government guard took my ticket, tore it, and wouldn't give it back. He then proceeded to show me around the area, as though he were a guide, although he repeatedly said he wasn't. So I let him accompany me around the area, whilst nodding along to his stories and stubbornly going my own way. When he started pushing me to get a horse carriage ...
... photos after a short talk by Mido. I must admit, the sphinx is a bit smaller than I'd expected, but it's no less impressive for that. After dodging some more souvenir sellers, we made our way back to the bus and headed for a papyrus factory.
We watched a demonstration as to how the papyrus plant is turned into the writing material that shares its name. It's a fascinating process, and the resulting material is very durable and holds ink and paint very well, as ...
... We had to go up few floors up the stairs to the Australian Hostel. Aussie is a super clean and friendly place with a definite hostel atmosphere. We needed a shower and by the time freshened up and got settled, it was too late to go to the Egyptian Museum. With 100000 items to look at, we figured we need more than a few hours there.
Back to Khan Al-Khalili Market
We missed the ...
... with big green tick signs in the middle sing out ‘Yes to the
Constitution’. *More on the politics of December/January when I catch up on
The pyramids lie beyond an oasis of tended land, a ridiculously
beautiful island of dappled green shade in the middle of what should be desert.
Where they stop watering, the flourishing land stops dead and the parched
desert begins. It’s a way out into this stark landscape ...