Let the Games begin...

The Africa Cup of Nations started last week and I have heard some bad things about it, mostly dangerous because of the crowd. Let me tell you, that is not that case. After the remodel, and being an american, you can convince the security to let you through in secret locations. This was fun kinda covert. The car ride with the girls looked like this:

So once we got there, we had to wait for our tickets to arrive via traffic jam. So in an effort to sustain a lively attitude we heckled cars trying to get into the parking lot. Sword fighting with flags and screaming at the fans on the other side were also allowed. Thsi would've been a great time to bust out the BBQ and brats and sell them to the waiting and anxiously hungry crowd. Who would believe these two girls are actually cousins? I tried to play that "no way!?" card once, but failed miserably.

We chose to go to the Egypt and Cote D'voire game last night. I cant speak. My throat is swollen. It feels like I smoked a whole carton of cigarettes is fifteen minutes. Ive never done that. There was more nonsense going on before the game than there was during the game itself. I had my trusty Egyptian flag and red scarf and ridiculous red white and black foam hat on too. I can believe how awesome it was to be there. So I made a nice little Panoramic with trusty photostitch for all yalls to see.

Egypt won. 3 to 1. I had no idea there was so much drama and acting on th field. I would feel delighted to be a ref and have everyone laying down on the field just for me. I gotta go again. Egypt is in the finals now! And after the spectacular ultimate frisbee game the day before, I cant walk right (blisters) and you could play a string duette tribute to Tool's "Hush" on my hamstrings. More photos to come...

mumkin....

These are Dark Times......

So this is a little something something to ward off the evil in it's purest form...

And the taxi... This is a true encounter, really! But dont be alarmed, or whatever...?

From the Desk of a Victim.

Disclaimer: This is not a normal occurrence, hopefully just an encounter with bad luck and sexual oppression. Do not fear all taxi’s in Cairo, rather just be prepared.


What started out like a pretty normal night on the streets of Zamalek, turned into a night of exploitation and indecent exposure.

I was geared up- with my mate’s mini blue i pod, and my rock sack- and headed for my daily work out at Gold’s Gym. I b-bopped down the stairs of 11-B out onto the side walk of Mara Ashley where I waited to hail a cab. Well, this can sometimes take a few minutes but not so lucky for me, a taxi driver who was passing saw me and stopped. I hopped in, adrenaline pumping from the jams as I tried to get motivated for my run, and gave the dude directions. I must say, I felt a bit eerie about this taxi driver from the minute I shut the door and embarked on the most disturbing taxi ride I’ve ever had. I should have listened to my gut but instead, I just turned up the tunes and begin setting up a play list for my run.

Being distracted by the i-pod, I didn’t really notice or care to notice what was going on with the dubious character in behind the steering wheel. However, in between songs when there was a second of silence, I could have sworn I was hearing lewd noises coming from the front seat. Surely this was just some awful hip hop the driver was listening to, I said to myself. However, as the noises grew louder and more galling, I looked up into the mirror and saw a disgusting and lecherous glare in the driver’s eyes. Then I looked toward down toward the steering wheel and saw that his right arm was in FULL THROTTLE, and not on the wheel!! Oh, yes, he was definitely shifting gears, but not the of the 4 cylinder wreck he was driving. I couldn’t think, I didn’t even know what to do, all I could do was scream… “HENNA KWAIS!” Which means, here is good. Then I jumped out of the car, and with a scrambled mind- which is the only way I can justify it- I paid the crass bastard!!!!!! Ugh, well, I did only give him 2 L.E. which is equivalent to about 35 cents, but nonetheless, I shouldn’t have given him anything. I threw the money in the window and yelled out some beautiful French that he probably didn’t understand—hopefully, he got the hint from my intonation. However, I couldn’t even look him in the face so who knows, he probably gave another sleazy sneer as he drove off. I don’t think I need to go into detail about my emotional state following this incident, I’m almost certain you can figure that out yourself but I will end with two words of advice- PEPPER SPRAY.

Hot Damn.....

Just an update...

There is now a new owner to the mystery cookie cutter...

OMG…..Gimme a break man, fo'reals yo.....

So I just got back from the sweetest vacation ever and I have to go back to work and you give me this…? I almost peed my pants on the spot. Is that a left hand or a left hand holding a left hand? And I understand the rubber rings but what happened to his face? This must be a self portrait of the artist…

Anyways it was in front of the tire shop nonetheless.

I'm Back....

After the longest and maybe sweetest...um, month off?, I have returned to tell the tales of my rather random adventures from almost all spatial planes of Egypt, X, Y and Z!!

So stay tuned as I may update this very evening....or not.

And I need to repost the taxi story....

And I need to go back to work...

And I need to go to the grocery store...

But I dont need to buy beer or whiskey because I already have 'em!!

Though I need to toughen up because its cold and I'm a wuss, but 6 days and 17 dives will do that to a person, when it's windy. Damn...