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Dang, I should have waited another month! But you didn't have to wait until 2014 for this reply.Goodeknight said:If you'd have waited another month, it could have been an even year between our two posts!
That was scary, for sure. Hopefully things will settle down soon. Tourism is beneficial to Egypt's economy and who wants to go there when a sh!t storm is going on?Goodeknight said:Without Morsi and the Muslim Brotherhood, I think they have a better shot at stability and peace now. It was crazy to see news footage of protests in Cairo, as Egyptians carried signs with Obama Xed out and the words, "Stop Supporting Terrorists."
I'm itching to go back. My girlfriend & I are considering another trip but she wants no 'Indiana Jonesing' and wishes to spend the whole time at Sharm el-Sheikh for the beautiful beaches we keep hearing about. This would be fun for the snorkelling (& scuba, which I've never done) but I'd much rather go down the Nile to see the Abu Simbel temples and, of course, Luxor.
Have you ever been to any of these places, Goodeknight?
Good point. Things are inexpensive once you're there and taxi fares are peanuts compared to North American/European prices. Getting around Cairo by taxi is cheap & easy!Goodeknight said:Funny! Yeah, while it's great to see cars and trucks from Indy movies, it's all the better to go to *real* places where adventure actually happens!
And here's another plug -- depending on your starting point, a trip to Egypt might cost less than a trip to Disney. If you don't have to stay at the Hilton, you can get around Egypt pretty cheaply.
Cairo Taxi & Fedora Story: One time we got out of a cab and, after it left, I realized that my precious, Panama hat was still in the car! Without saying a word to my friends, I took off to chase it on foot, running like The Six Million Dollar Man. (My friends thought I had vanished into thin air). After a long distance, the situation looked hopeless as the taxi was heading to merge onto a highway but, MIRACULOUSLY, some helpful Egyptian guy on a horse-driven fruit cart, more than a mile up the street, saw me legging it and flagged the driver down since it was the only car on the road. The taxi driver stopped & waited. By the time I caught up, I was drenched in sweat from running in the blazing sun (104° Fahrenheit)...but I got my frickin' hat back!
Here is the hat, earlier that same day, at the Citadel:
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