That's why the lady is a tramp

Annie and i went to a party with some finnish embassypeople two days ago. 
Met alot of interresting characters from all around the world, and had a lovely time, 
although my post-shitfaced presence can sometimes disturb my nerves and create some 
psychological friction in social contexts. I did really enjoy myself though, and left 
not completely undignified.

So i woke up yesterday in need for a heavy meal,  and the two of us headed down town for some friday-koshari on Talaat Harb. Advice to all khowegas out there: The best and only time to almost be left in peace from the harrasment here is when all the shops are closed and people are praying on the holiday. We only had to deal with the uncomfortable staring and the occational comment.
You know you've adjusted when you find a black hair in your food and continue eating around it.
Atleast it wasn't a fingernail, like Rae found in her falafel a while ago.

Afterwords we headed to the Odeon Rooftop where we had a wonderful time all to ourselves. We spent a few hours there just chatting over coffee and beer, feeling the weather reminding us of nordic late summers between creepy bugs and sleeping waiters. Daytime beer in Cairo is really underrated. Infact i advice all women who have to walk around these streets to be sllightly intoxicated.  Atleast it helped us trough the rest of the evening being harrassed as soon as the "men" were done praying.

We headed down to this dirty old bohemian place down town for one last beer (2) where we hung out a couple of hours and had a blast with our girlchats until some asswipe locals decided to sit next to us, staring, laughing, pointing, commenting and trying to engange in conversation in voices that sets any porn-commentator to shame. Ignoring them (which according to everyone, is the best and only way to respond if you don't want to be a total whore) didn't help, so i started telling Annie about the man i had to kill with my bare hands in my hit-man job because i felt threatened. Some basic knowledge about Martial Arts always comes in handy in such situations and i explained to her some weak spots on the human body. "I just tossed him in a dump afterwords, i mean, he was egyptian so he wasn't big, besides, noone is going to miss a man who talks to women that way. It's not like i enjoyed it, but hey, it's what i do, and i didn't have much of a choise". I don't know if they bought into it or not, but as we left they pornvoiced out; Welcome to Eeeghyyypt. Ohwell, i guess we deserved being harrassed all day, being such bad head-to-toe covered girls that we actually went out without a male escort and *gasp* had beer. (at LE 7,50/ 8 NOK a bottle, mind you, but then again, being a woman here i think they should give out alcohol for free)

Afterwords we headed off to oh-so-safe Zamalek for dinner with Rae, Deen and Raes lovely friend who'se visiting for the week. Fantastic restaurant, delicious food, and lousy service.

I was home around 9 pm, tired after a long, fun day.


OH, I smashed my phone in the other day, so i've lost everyones numbers. If you SMS me, please sign your name, so you don't end up on my creeplist.

 

You've gotta make way for The Homo Superior

I met the queen. She was hot, she wore polkadots and looked 20 years less her age and had a dashing charm to her that i didn't expect.

Man and I went to the ballet. Saw a sweet play called ElLeila ElKabira, and something horrible preceding it with a ballerino who would probably do better as a footballplayer. The prima ballerina was talended and sweet enough to carry the lead though. No pointeshoes, -dissapointed!

We also saw the norwegian play of Peer Gynt at the pyramides. Apart from the badly planned stage, translations and ovbious lack of knowledge about whats appropriate in arab culture (bald women in tights with bare shoulders mooning the audience proved norwegians once again culturally insensitive) it was actually a great experience. Great actors (with few exeptions) and a full-package experience with a fantastic orchestra and soloists.

I was really looking foreward to my silent-night pre-party when my man was here, finally done with the first midterm. Not having slept properly in several nights, i anticlimaxed on the bathroom floor and slept the whole night trough. I couldn't even blame it on the beer, i only had a few. So i missed out. They told me it had been just the way i wanted it, people chatting over beer around the livingroom table.

Babe-o went home again, but just barely as he managed to lose his passport in the airport or surrounding area, and almost missed the check-in. Pretty upsetting, i don't want to talk about it.

After that I've been drunk most of the time, seen some cool parties, and had a few cosy nights over bottles on the balcony with my mates.

As for today, i haven't smoked a whole fag in a week, but i did have a few puffs the other day (according to Annie that is, i have no recollection of such occurence) and shisha twice. Still proud!

I've decided to do another semester, just waiting for all the papers to go trough, man is in charge of that, so chanses are i'll be shipped home either i want to or not.

James Bond is hot. I never thought i'd be one of those people, but the world is changing so much i don't even know where to start.

Right now i just came home from dinner with Nate and his mate from the states, Rae, Dave and Deen who just returned from China. Good times.




This is a sunset Nile-view from the Hilton Rooftop when we met Daves parents who came in from the States last week. Another reason to love Cairo. We could even see the pyramides from there.