Le Riad Hotel De Charme
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- Free High-Speed Internet
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... which was wrapped in a white sheet and placed in the grave in an intentional way as if it were supposed to face something. Unfortunately we had to leave before we could ask someone because our flight was leaving soon. Getting back was easy because we had a mental map of Cairo and the airport. We got back to the airport at roughly 9:30 pm and waited at the terminal of the plane that would take us to Malaysia next. A 16 hr flight, So exciting!
... and a beer. We also chatted to an Egyptian couple who advised us on dinner food for the night and Istanbul. It was one of the only genuine conversations we had with the Egyptian people as all others were after money. The guides were the closest. It is really awful to be so distrustful of every one you meet. We really enjoyed the cool of the pool in the heat of the afternoon overlooking the pyramids.very special. After a shower we set off for dinner. We met a man ...
... onto them to tell the story. It was lovely with the new moon sitting in the cool evening breeze in an open air area. Mustn't brain much there is no hint of a roof. There were about 50 if that people sitting in a place set out for over a thousand. I guess that's how busy it once was. On the way back our guide took us to a supermarket for some snack items for this leg and then we had a Caesar salad in our hotel. It was quite late eating yet ...
... religious crew). After pausing for a street vendor's cup of tea by the Museum, my next challenge comprises getting home without being flattened. 'Walk like an Egyptian', it turns out, means 'Jump headlong into a lane of oncoming traffic with only a prayer that you won't get squashed.' Choosing a seasoned looking street-crosser as my human shield, I dive into the traffic, coming out underneath a Nile bridge leading back to Zamalek (the ...
... of dreams by telling me about his own dream. What a surprised he had also same kind dream with me. It concerned a treasure buried in an abandoned church in Spain where a sycamore tree grows. The church is the same one in which I had his original dream,
Whatever how disdain the attitude of that man. I finally understand where my treasure was.
I started to go back to ...