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.....