I found myself sitting with two other 30 ish year old expats on my last flight into Cairo. Perhaps it wasn't such a fluke as the assigned seats are followed about as closely as traffic regulations in Cairo. Just find a seat and sit. It works.
He is with the US military, staged just outside the city, and she, a school teacher headed for her last connecting flight at midnight into Kuwait.
I wave the cover of my Canadian passport to the border official and I'm through.
The airport smells of cigarettes and the outdoors of exhaust fumes and burn piles. A haze of city lights falls over Cairo as we make our way down the highway. A soundtrack of diesel trucks with dinky-toy car horns abound and high beams flash like strobe lights in substitute of turn signals.
My bicycle and baggage have arrived in one piece. I would consider this transit a success.
He is with the US military, staged just outside the city, and she, a school teacher headed for her last connecting flight at midnight into Kuwait.
I wave the cover of my Canadian passport to the border official and I'm through.
The airport smells of cigarettes and the outdoors of exhaust fumes and burn piles. A haze of city lights falls over Cairo as we make our way down the highway. A soundtrack of diesel trucks with dinky-toy car horns abound and high beams flash like strobe lights in substitute of turn signals.
My bicycle and baggage have arrived in one piece. I would consider this transit a success.
Safely landed little sister, that's what this cat likes to hear.
ReplyDeleteI dreamed last night that I was attacked by poisonous snakes.
I'm sure the two aren't related.
Mike.