Land of the Philthos
The land of the pharaohs is filthy. Perhaps it’s because men are in charge. Everyone knows men don’t notice dirt.
The sandstorm that descended on our second day in Cairo obscured the city and created a dusty itch at the back of my throat. But it didn’t seem to make things any dirtier than they already were.
Our hotel room was grimy, yet there was no soap. The halls, carpeted in aging astroturf, had a suspiciously Sphinxy stink.
On day two, the day of the sandstorm, there was a special gift from the Sphinx outside our door.
Even breakfast was dirty. I was thrilled to get a “traditional” Egyptian breakfast of bread, egg, cheese and fig jam – and grime.
So, of course, Miss M kicked off her shoes and ran around barefoot. And dragged her hands along every possible surface.
Because of the sandstorm, we hid in our room all morning, watching The Tale of Despereaux DVD for the 400th time, in the company of four persistent flies.
Finally, we decided to brave the sandstorm, heading off for a glimpse of the River Nile.
It was very very cool to see the river during a sandstorm. However, I think on our way back through Cairo we will stay at a slightly more upmarket hotel.
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