Om Kolthoom Hotel & Tower
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My meditation a little while ago was right. It said you will hear from your ex again, you're not going to like it. It was so right. I woke up this morning and looked at my emails. I saw his name among the list of new messages. I opened his last. I didn't know if I wanted to read it. It asked me not to contact his family again. I contacted his sister last week telling her I was lost and broken hearted and didn't know what to do. His message also said that he gave me chances that ...
... what it would and should have looked like. It was totally worth it. When it finished, we headed back out to meet Ramzy and George and got back in the van and went back to the hotel. We all got out at the supermarket except for Brit and Nik, so we said our goodbyes to them there, as we wouldn't be seeing them again! They had an early bus trip to continue the tour to Dahab, and we were finishing and staying in Cairo. We got off the van, and went to the ATM, which actually ...
... a week later. We leave a good hour after, astounded by the welcome we've received and feeling awful for all the attention we're paid for crashing a show that is really none of our business.
Buzzing but exhausted from it all, we make a retreat back to the car. 'So, for the party can we wear whatever we want?' I say, catching a glimpse in a car window of the bizarre sight we make.
There's definitely a mixture of amusement and pleading in this ...
... street he did an about-turn and began trying to keep up. I walk fast and he was shorter than me. I recall the conversation went like this:
"Hi. What country?"
"I'm a Christian, are you?"
(short pause as he tried to keep up)
"I'm a Christian. What are you?"
"I'm not anything."
"Because I'm not."
"Stop for a second!"
I'm not getting into a religious discussion on the dusty streets of ...
... their lives normally. Except for one guy, who grimaced when we told him we were Americans, most Egyptians we met seemed to be pro-American but anti-Israel (and anti-Morsi for that matter).
Stuff can happen anywhere. We were tricked by grifters and hassled for baksheesh. But at no time did we feel physically threatened. We would call Egypt’s well-trodden tourist track 'safe’. But still we recommend ...