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TravelPod Member ReviewsBostan Hotel Cairo
Our departing flight out of Cairo was scheduled for 11:25PM, but we arrived with our tour group in the early morning hours, and the company failed to book us a room to wile away the hours until then. Too exhausted to simply wander the streets for twelve hours, we instead wandered down the road looking for a place to stay. Feeling a bit like Joseph and Mary (it was the day after Christmas and there was no room at any inns we tried along the way), we were approached on the street by a uniformed tourist policeman carrying an automatic weapon and the walkie-talkie toting plainclothes sidekick that commonly accompany the cops in Egypt who asked us if we needed help. Once we overcame our fears of being extorted, arrested, or shot, we realized he was indeed planning to help by calling around to a number of local hotels to inquire about vacancies. Ultimately, he sent us in a taxi with a set of written Arabic instructions to the hole in the wall known as the Bostan Hotel, located on a side street that our driver had difficulty finding. The place was cheap ($40 US for a double room) and occupied mostly by Egyptians with the exception of a few German tourists. The room featured stained, cracking and peeling plaster walls, a tiny 19" tube television, and the smell of fake mango air freshener masking an under-odor of urine, but it was a place to crash. The rooftop restaurant fed us fresh koshary (often called Egypt's national dish) and falafel for lunch for around $8 US, which was actually some of the most delicious food we had on the trip--simple and tasty. The waiter went out to another section of the roof where women were hanging laundry, and they presumably whipped up the meal for us. Hotel staff also arranged a VIP outing to the Pharonic Village for $150 LE (they offered the pyramids, but we had been there, done that), a theme-park/historical village cum museum) that was fun as well as a ride to the airport. Also, check out the handpainted elevator shaft featuring scenes of Egypt that you can look at when riding up and down.
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