Cairo is filled with unexpected surprises, especially the Cairo Egyptian Museum, which features centuries old stone carvings; plenty of coffins; dead bodies; and, organs in special vessels. Entering the museum reminds me vaguely of walking into the Louvre in Paris. Crowds of people and tour guides buzzing. More objects than one can possibly take in and history beyond human comprehension. Immediately in … Continue reading
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Cairo Embrace
At night, all of Cairo is by the water enjoying the cooler temperatures and fresh air. Thousands walk by the river. Families join together for evening picnics. Many enjoy the parks along the river side and watch the party boats. Young couples share a quiet moment on the bridge possibly their only time together during … Continue reading
Ismalia’s Best Secret – Hussein Abu Ali Cafe
Ismalia is a small fishing village with open cafes looking out to the water serving fresh fish, shrimp and shellfish. An extra delight is the fresh fruit they serve from the local orchards. Local lore is that a Swiss botanist brought Indian seeds to start mango, strawberry and papaya farms. We went to Hussein Abu … Continue reading
Ismalia Uncovered
Ismalia offers a respite from the chaos of city living in Cairo. Consider the two or three hour drive through the desert on a two lane highway a tour of kitch foreign policy. At first compounds with fences appear like a mirage in the desert. The fences appear to be for prisons but looking … Continue reading
From Cairo: Are you Obama? Part II at Diwan Bookstore
Often when I travel, I look for a good local bookstore. I am curious to know what people are reading and what is the role of the bookstore in the community. Plus, I have found that books can be treasures that transport you back in history or possibly forward in time to events yet to … Continue reading
From Cairo: Are you Obama?
From Cairo: Are you Obama? “Are you Obama?” Imagine my surprise when young and old yelled this question to me as I walked through the Giza Pyramids; Cairo University; and through crowded city markets. Being blonde and blue eyed, I realized when I questioned them they were asking me if I was American. I had … Continue reading