Saint George Hotel Giza

... into the grounds of a small power station and was very politely turned away. Then I met up with a pure Cairo rascal in the form of Mohamed the,charming,diabetic,taxi tout. Inevitably, I became his best friend and I warmed to his thieving ways as we picked our way up the back stairs of some apartment block to gaze down on the Sphinx and Pyramids. He managed to conjure up mint tea from nowhere so there I was on the roof of some building sipping sweet mint tea ...

... disassembled and buried next to the Great Pyramid. Pretty interesting to see it back in one piece and imagine it being rowed down the Nile so many years ago. It was also nice to get out of the sun for a few minutes and some people took advantage of the clean toilets.<br><br>Next it was back in our van for a brief air conditioned drive down to the chaos that was the Sphinx viewing area. In person the Sphinx is quite small and the viewing area is even ...

... our first flight. It took the other people on the tour a while to realise we weren't friends traveling together, they were surprised to find out we'd only just met at the airport the day before. <br><br>I'm not sure if it had something to do with it being sunset and Ramadan but we stood in line for over an hour and were not moving forward at all. I saw an Egyptian guy with a Gap ...

... a Visa for $15. So I get the Visa and go back to make sure I have enough time and he tells me no not that guy the other guy in the booth next to him (no way he was there 5 minutes ago but no problem). So I go see this guy and he tells me Egypt air will get me a bus with AC, visit a perfume shop, go visit the Pyramids, the Sphinx, and a "5 star restaurant" for the grand total of...wait for it....nothing. I was free with Egypt Air as a promotion to encourage tourists to ...

... to her ipod and generally agitated. It was not comfortable and there were too many random noises. My personal sleeping spot had two problems. First, there was not enough space for me to lie out comfortablely and not have to rest my feet on a metal bar controlling the rudder. <br><br>But somehow I did fall asleep for about an hour and a half only to be woken up by the most awful squeking sound imaginable. My head was riht by the rubber tire bumpers ...

... forum because I asked and no one there ( and this is one of the most active forums) had heard about the sniper. I also youtubed it and finally decided to take the train for the fun of it. Because there were 5 of us, we thought Ray had to share a bunk and we joked that he would get a fat, snoring stranger or he wished that he would get a hot, young female traveller. Well, not true at all because silly us, he was get ting ...

Here I am, in the city called the Mother of the World. Al Qahira, "the Victorious," is an amazing vibrant city with alleys filled to the roofs with people, people and more people. I hadn't posted yet, simply because I haven't known what to say about this place. Descriptions about this place by my fellow study abroad students vary as much as each corner does. Sanan, my Turkish roommate, calls it a "****** Paris." Andreea, from Romania, says compared to her third-world country ...

... outside of the bus by a single limb as the locals are used to doing. Disembarking was almost as tough, as the minibus was now overcrowded and involved amounts of body contortion and co-ordination rarely seen outside a game of Twister. Having eventually succeeded in this regard the next challenge was to cross a major intersection. <br><br>&#8220;Big, isn&#8217;t it?&#8221; Hoges said in understated kind of way as we dodged across the traffic in a real-life ...

... and without further explanation our stamped passports were handed back, and we were allowed through to a deserted arrivals hall where two backpacks sat forlornly on the floor beside a now stationary baggage carousel. Luckily the man assigned the job as our arrival transfer hadn&#8217;t given up on us, standing outside all alone holding the card with Paul&#8217;s name on it, and we were soon in a mini-van getting our first glimpses of the utter chaos that is ...

... crouching quite low to reach the 2nd chamber, one must climb up about 7 to 10 m. of wooden stairs to reach the final, burial, chamber. The corbelled ceilings in the chambers are incredibly impressive, as is the whole experience. There was quite a strong and disagreeable odor at the bottom. For me this added to the mystery of the structure. What could cause the smell? Was it the ...