Sunday, February 8, 2009

Saturday 17th January 2009

6.33pm. What a day! Buggered from getting to sleep late, waking not so late with echoes of a tom-cat somewhere in the 7 levels of stairs under us. We were talking to a local of the Kahn Al Khalili district who showed us the local markets over the road from tourist markets.
Sensory overload. Some beautifully made jewellery boxes (may buy one), a papyrus artist (bought 2 works from him) the he took us to someone selling perfumes (bought “Lotus blossom” for Bluey. Then he took us to another place for Bluey to buy a scarf so we could go into a Mosque. We saw so much behind the scenes with “Ahum” or “Umm” (pronounced “umm”… dunno!) But before we got to the K.A.K. we looked around the area of our hotel and discovered a street with shops almost exclusively for…. SHOES! Fetish or what???
everyone) is demanding your attention. “Here, here…” ”special price…” ”Where you from, I make offer for you?” We did make it to Fishawis coffeeshop. It’s been open over 200 years. Guess you could say that is saying something for it! However, even sipping a peppermint tea while Bluey drank “strawberry juice” (cut up strawberries in a sweet, syrupy, watery drink) you are STILL bombarded with people trying to sell “Rolex” watches, scarves, lighter-flame proof wallets, silver bracelets, henna tattoos, more bracelets and polish shoes (shame we wore joggers hahaha). We went back to the local markets again to find a traditional book-binder. Sadly Bluey didn’t find something she liked, but I did. I now have a cardboard/leather notebook with blank, gold-edged pages, a gold “H.D.” embossed on the spine and “Harrys Notes” 1.5 cm parallel with the spine. COOOL or WHAT! I just need to buy a better handwriting skill. Bluey says “you just need to try to focus a little”.
9.56 pm. Just came back from dinner. I had an egg burger & Bluey a cheeseburger and a bag of potato chips for 8.50 E£ or 1.21 €. Cheap, not bad and cheap. We will go there often. Today we ordered “1 cheese pizza & 1 cheese pancake”. There was S.F.A. cheese on it & the cheese there was, was feta with olives & paprika. Bluey was not impressed.


Nooooo I bloody well wasn’t impressed. I ordered a frigging cheese pizza… which in my humble opinion implies that there is cheese on the bloody pizza. First of all it wasn’t really pizza, but some kind of pastry thing that only fulfilled the pizza criteria of being round… and then there was veggies (paprika, olives & other yucky stuff on it) and even though I closely checked I only found specks of cheese if you can even say that on it! Bloody bullshit I reckon… they can sell that, but not under the false impression giving name of a you-beaut cheese pizza.

Sunday, February 1, 2009

16 th January 2009



10:56am. Near Göttingen. Hills and a little snow on the ground. Bastards. I’m still coughing and not feeling 100% and Bluey’s feeling crook too. Bugger of a time to get crook, just as we are off to Egypt! Ah well!

6:56pm. In München airport. We heard a call over the loudspeakers “Would Sheik (unrememberable & unpronouncable for me) please return to your unattended luggage!!” Was that comforting! ^^..not particularly.
I also had to take my boots off at the luggage check because they beeped for whatever reason, while going through.
Before take-off we had a machine spray thick, coffee colored and then blue colored thickish stuff over the wings of our plane to help against frost and ice. Bluey had never had that happen on any of her flights before.

2:53am (17/1)
Laying on a bed in Cairo. It’s about 17°, but seems warmer. Driver was waiting at airport for us and two small groups also coming to the “Arabesque”.

You can buy freaking ovens & fridges at the airport…just what you need!!!- Bluey

(True…”Damn, I forgot the big oven. I’ll just pop in and grab one on the way through!” At least it was after the point where you have to declare items. “No, no fridges or ovens on the plane with me” :-D )

I also forgot to mention that I was a victim of my first Egyptian scam at the airport where someone looking official wanted to see my luggage ticket to confirm what I got was mine and then carried one of my bags for me before I could say not to and then wanted money. Through passport control for less than 5 minutes and already a victim…lol!

I'm still here

No...I am not dead...I am still alive. I have just been a slack-arse and not put any posts in. Sorry to the masses of dedicated people who looked faithfully, hoping for another exciting entry. I hope the four of you are not too disappointed.
I know I started with the London trip, but I will start (and follow through with) our trip to Egypt along with lots of lovely photos.
Once again I apologise for my prolonged silence here and will endevour to make entries regularly...(hopefully)