Trip Home 2, Cairo – Days 1 & 2 Monday, Oct 22 2007 


Khan el-Khalili Market

Cairo… What to say about Cairo? Well, I think that the picture above says it all. It’s big, disorganized, dirty, polluted, and BUSY. Think about the busiest most trafficked days of most places in the U.S. Things like right after the Super Bowl, or Mardi Gras, or New Year’s Eve in New York. That’s what it feels like every day in Cairo. The streets are packed, it’s always noisy, and it never stops (well, almost never… more on that later).


It’s easy to see why the Nile is so important with this pic!

Carey and I arrived in Cairo mid-day on Sept. 10th. It was our first day of complete freedom. We had officially COSed and left the country. I should have known that Bulgaria would stab out at us one last time, though. As it happened, the first thing we discovered upon our arrival was that my primary bag had been lost in transit. I had to go fill out a claims form and all that, which took a while because, you guessed it, I wasn’t the only one in line. After about 25 minutes or so of dealing with that we made our way through customs and immigration and were finally able to find our driver from the hotel we booked outside. Our “adventure” in Cairo had begun.


Outside the market and Al-Hussein Mosque

Our friend Andy had told us while hanging out in Sofia that he may have seen about three traffic lights his whole time there, so Carey and I were on the look out for them. Andy’s impression wasn’t a false one: there are almost no traffic lights in the city. The few that do exist are only on the intersections of the most major arteries of the city. They are non-existent on the smaller streets. If you’re lucky, you’ll have a cop there directing traffic with his whistle and white uniform, AK-47 at his side. Aside from that, it’s just pray and go, though somehow this organic method of getting around somehow seems to work. Crossing the street was thus pretty difficult. The old game Frogger constantly came to mind. Carey is convinced that I had a death wish during our time there.


A Butcher’s in Kan el-Khalili

Anyway, after losing my bag, the second thing that happened to me was that I got sick. I blame the pollution. It was really bad there. It was the first time I actually found it difficult to breathe the air that was available. I developed a sinus infection almost immediately, and was also stricken with some pretty harsh bowel problems that didn’t go away for about a week and a half. Anyway, this all developed during the first night there, which Carey and I basically spent wandering around downtown Cairo and getting our bearings. We really didn’t do anything touristy. The one thing we tried to do, which was order some pastry at El-Abd (a super good pastry shop), we failed at because it was so busy and we didn’t know how the system worked. We were able to ask for help in English, but everyone was so busy and it was so crowded that we just ended up giving up in the end.


A spice store in Khan el-Khalili… I like Istanbul’s better.

For dinner Carey and I went to a “Nile Cruise” boat hoping to get a good mix of Egyptian food while soaking up some mild entertainment. Well, it was something else entirely. First off, the food was good, but it wasn’t really Egyptian, or even all that Middle-Eastern. It wasn’t even all that Mediterranean. We were disappointed and felt it really wasn’t worth the money. The entertainment was bawdy at best. There was pair of a dervishes consisting of a dwarf and a “giant” which, while talented, just weren’t that interesting. This was followed by some live music with really, really dorky dancers in day-glow silk outfits that shouldn’t be thrown out but burned, because if you throw them out, someone else might find them and wear them. The last entertainment was a belly dancer who was older, not very fit, and kind of aggressive (having refused to participate in whatever she was trying to get various audience members to do, she smashed her stick that she was balancing on various parts of her anatomy on our table). To top it all off, this lasted for HOURS on end. Carey and I were pretty much exhausted by the end, and I am not ashamed to say I napped at our table. That night we went to bed thinking that Cairo was a little bit different than we had hoped it would be.


A Mosque’s Fountain

The next day, Tuesday, Carey and I decided to head out to Islamic Cairo. This basically consisted of walking around Khan el-Khalili and seeing some of the old mosques and city walls. It was interesting enough, but aside from just the sheer crowdedness of it (which is quite uncomfortable), I was rather unimpressed. For all of its history, Cairo just didn’t seem to offer much to us. We ended up buying some perfume oils (overpriced) after a guy “volunteered” to show us around before taking us into his shop. It was worth buying them just to say we had the experience of haggling, but I still feel ripped off and that I would have been better off not even letting that guy talk to us in the first place.


View From the Top of the Minaret

The thing that we did that I really enjoyed on this part of the trip was that we visited one mosque that was actually quite beautiful. The lighting for pictures in the main square of it was perfect, and we were also able to climb up to the top of one of the minarets and get a pretty decent view of the city. Of course we had to pay for admittance, and then tip the guy “bakhshish” for the trouble of showing up there, but it was still worth it.


View from the Odeon Palace Hotel’s Rooftop Terrace

That night Carey and I went to a place called the Odeon Palace, which was recommended to us by a friend of a friend who had spent some months in Cairo a a Fulbright scholar. It had a rooftop terrace which was comfortable, and good shisha (that’s a hookah to Westerners). I had some of the best moussaka I’ve ever had that night, and that dinner was one of the highlights of the time we spent in Cairo. Again that night we went to bed feeling that Cairo really wasn’t all that great.


The Pyramids Peaking Through the Giza Skyline

Stay tuned for the second half of the Cairo trip, where I’ll post all the pics from the Pyramids. I hope you’ve enjoyed that little preview up above.

The Trip Home 1: Leaving Bulgaria Tuesday, Oct 9 2007 


Fountain Rainbow. Why couldn’t Bulgaria always be this Beautiful?

Hey All,

I’m going to about my trip home in a couple of different parts, each part consisting of a location. Part one will be about the time I spent in Sofia leading up to finally leaving Bulgaria.


Carey and I Celebrate Being DONE!

In Peace Corps, like any organization, has a lot of acronyms. COS is an important one for Volunteers. It means Conclusion of Service. This sounds like it’s something that happens, as though it were an event or specific milestone. The reality of the matter is that it is a process that takes up quite a bit of time and patience. Basically, there are four steps to take. The first step is the COS conference, which I blogged about in a previous post. Basically everyone learns what paperwork you’re supposed to do, learn a bit about what going back home will mean, and it’s a great opportunity to celebrate with the friends you’ve made over the past two years that you are finally going home.


There’s actually an extra one to the side… We had nine of them.

The second step is your COS I. This is when you come into the main office for a few days, get some tests run, have a physical, get your teeth cleaned, etc. This is probably the second to last time you’ll be at the main office before you leave the country. COS II is the closest business day to your actual departure date. It’s when the last of the last medical tests are done, and when the final paperwork releasing you from Peace Corps service is filled out. My COS I went fairly well, and I seem to be disease free. I got an MRI for my knee injury, which confirmed the diagnosis of a torn ligament, and I am STILL taking it easy. I can’t wait to start running again, though.


Why do girls always look better in my caps than I do?! It isn’t fair.

My COS II was a bit more of an ordeal than the other stuff. First off, as I was going to leave on Monday Sept. 10 in the early morning, I had to come in the week before that to get my stuff done in the office. However, since Sept. 6 is a holiday in Bulgaria, the office was closed the Thursday and Friday the proceeding week. That meant that I had to go to Sofia on the night train on Tuesday evening to arrive early enough on Wednesday to take care of all the stuff I had to do at the office that day. That meant that for the better part of the week that Carey, who was leaving with me, and I had time together in Sofia to cause trouble.


Boudreaux and Jack nurse our new baby.

Pretty much that whole time period was spent celebrating, doing stuff in Sofia that we’d been meaning to do but hadn’t, catching up with and saying goodbye to friends, and saying goodbye to Bulgaria. The most important of the activities were on Saturday and Sunday nights. On Saturday we had our large, goodbye dinner. At the center of the plan for it were steaks and a bottle of Johnny Walker Blue. Carey, Jack, Boudreaux and I all went in on a bottle of this bottle of amber goodness to celebrate our finishing, and it was worth it. In the end, it wasn’t so much the scotch itself, but the experience of sharing it, but JWB was still darn good stuff.


Hallelujah! 40 Leva Well Spent.

We had a bunch of other people there too, of course. Boudreaux and Jack’s wives, Andrea and Ronda, were essential to the party, and some other folks came along too: Hrisi, my Bulgarian friend; Matty, an indispensable member to celebrating anything in Bulgaria; Melanie, the 20 that seems to show up to everything fun; Anna, the silent sweetheart of the 18s; Max, yet another of the 18 boys fun to have at any party; and Toni, who makes a celebration in Sofia complete.


GRRR! Steak!

There are lots of memories that I’ll have from that night, but the most prominent ones will be the table game we played at dinner, stepping outside to the monument to Tsar Osvoboditel to drink our scotch from glasses smuggled out of the restaurant, and the great after-party we had a Andrea and Boudreaux’s place later that night. It was really wonderful seeing everyone one last time and being able to say goodbye. I’m going to miss many of them.


Hrisi and I

The following day was a final-final dinner, this time just with Jack, Ronda, their friends from home, and Melanie. We had this one because we wanted some more intimate time with Jack and Ronda, that we couldn’t have gotten at the large gathering the night before. It was good to say goodbye and to have that closure with them (not that we aren’t going to keep our friendship going strong now that we’re no longer in Bulgaria!). Jack gave us his old cowboy boots and, well, that’s another story for another time, but let’s just say they have a personality and identity all their own. We all ate at Priyafata, which is a Bulgarian restaurant in Sofia, probably the best in the country.


The Boys and Their Scotch

The next morning, Carey and I got up really early, grabbed our bags, and headed for Cairo. That’s all for Sofia. I’ll post more soon. I’ll close this post with some more pictures from the party.


Carey Enjoys a Cuban; Thanks Matty!


Max, Andrea, and I Enjoy One Last Evening Together


Boudreaux and I… Well, I don’t know what, but it involved “Eye of the Tiger” I think.


Andrea Rockin’ It Out