The Habibis are in House (Hello, Cairo)

We were slogging along in the Cairo airport like cattle when along came The Others, fresh off the plane from Jordan. Hugs and laughs then flight comparisons (both flights landed on however many left wheels a plane has) and then we were whisked in separate cars to our hotel/home for the next three nights. 

The Husband and I battled a housefly for two hours and then we changed rooms. No, silly, not because of the fly. Our first room had no air conditioning. Around 2am we finally went to bed. 

We have a guide now who is assigned to our group. His name is Ahmed and he is very effervescent. He calls us Habibis. Along with Ahmed are an untold number of Mohammeds (okay the number is 3), who will accompany us for the next eleven days. 

Ahmed loves history. The only D I ever “earned” (D- if we’re being honest) was in history. So at the end of the day when I told The Husband I was having a hard time following Ahmed’s stories, The Husband’s response was only that I was some sort of Neurodivergent when it came to history. I took no offense. I sometimes get “King Richard III” correct in European history but mostly because when someone asks “who”, I punch the buzzer and yell, “Richard the third!”

While The Others were listening intently to Ahmed’s stories about Mohammad (not the boxer) Ali and the kings of Egypt, I was having my own neurodivergent fun. 

Following are pics from the Grand Mosque and the Egyptian Museum today. No dates are included. I can get The Others (Sandy, Dana or Lynn) to write that out for you as they were taking pictures of the actual lecture displays and also taking notes. 

First was the Grand Mosque:

The afternoon was a trip to the Egyptian Museum (where King Tut’s tomb items are displayed but no photos allowed)

Tomorrow the ancient Pyramids (I believe that means they are super old).

Ps We crashed a wedding tonight