Friday, May 25, 2007

And it's the end . . .

Classes finished yesterday, which was a relief, and I've just got three days left in Cairo. While I'm glad to be done with classes, now I've got to pack, and try to see everyone before I leave, and pass items we no longer want to charity or the next generation of CASA students.

What will I miss most about Egypt? My friends here, tasty fruit, fuul iskandrani, and learning Arabic.

What am I most excited about going back to in America? My family and friends, tasty food, particularly Central/South American and Asian food, the lack of pollution, and exposing my shoulders and calves.

So this is also the end of this blog, but I'll let you know if I decide to start another one about my adventures in Michigan!

Sunday, May 20, 2007

End of the Year Party

On Tuesday, it was the end of the year party for the Arabic language institute. This party involves assorted skits, singing, and poetry reading by students. In the Fall, I was coaxed into doing Scottish Highland Dancing in addition to singing for my classes. This semester, I've been taking an Eyptian folkloric dance class, which I found out a few days before the performance included me dancing at the end of the year party--so I did three Egyptian dances and the Sailor's Hornpipe. It was actually quite fun, and the audience enjoyed it as well. Of course, now I have all sorts of strange people coming up to me, and being like, "you're the dancer, right?" Oh well. Pictures (albeit blurry ones) here.

Ok, back to studying/finishing my final projects! Last day of classes is Thursday . . .

Tuesday, May 08, 2007

What happens when a carb-loving cat figures out how to open the fridge?


Naughty, naughty Hans!

Saturday, April 28, 2007

LA Trip

When I arrived in LA, the customs agent asked where I was coming from. I said Egypt.
Where in Egypt?
Cairo
But where in Cairo?
I'm study at the American University.
Yes, but where do you live?
(Thinking why on earth is this important, and how is he going to know what I mean anyway, I give the name of my neighborhood) Bab el-Louq
Ah, Bab el-Louq!
I look at the agent's name tag--he's Egyptian. Same thing happens when I send my bags through X-ray in the second part of customs, only this time the agent wants to know if I enjoyed the Egyptian films in my bag. I said yes, and another customs agent starts teasing the Egyptian one about being "too suspicious" of people from Egypt. Small world, I guess.


The AAAL conference was also excellent. It's an enormous conference on applied linguistics, with lots of fascinating research and food for thought when starting my own research next year. I also got to meet some of the students and professors from Michigan State, they all seemed nice and had some interesting presentations. I was staying with Rashad's mom, which was much better than the stuffy hotel, and it was nice to spend time with her as well.


Then I come home to find out that Hans has learned how to open the fridge . . . the victims thus far include a chicken breast, a bag of hot peppers, and a loaf of bread.

Tuesday, April 17, 2007

Sandstorms!

Today, the annual sandstorms, or khamasiin, began in Cairo. First comes the wind, tearing through Cairo, slamming all the windows and doors in Cairo, and driving the cats to hide in the closet. The winds bring dust, which stays in the air long after the winds die down. This picture is the accumulation caused by our doormat being flipped up. Visibility is limited to about 50 yards, and the whole city takes on a reddish tinge. I didn't get the windows closed in our apartment in time, so we had quite a bit of dust to sweep up, and our fluffy white cat now has a distinct reddish tint.

However, the worst part of the khamasiin is not the dust on the floor--it's breathing. Your throat is constantly parched, and you feel like you just can't get quite enough air in. Your nose is stuffed up, and when you blow it a reddish brown gunk comes out. Your eyes feel dry. It's as though suddenly your in a world of emptying vacuum bags. Yuck.

Anyway, lucky me, I'm headed out of town tonight to go to the AAAL conference, but you can read more about the khamasiin here !

Saturday, April 14, 2007

Poor Castrated Cats!

Today was a dark day for Hans and Khufu. After refusing to feed them breakfast (because of the anesthesia), I packed them into cat carriers (one of which is very small, sorry Hansie!), and subjected them to a twenty minute taxi ride in the hot sun. They then had to wait at the animal shelter for another half hour while I waited for the driver to come take me to the vet's office, surrounded by strange cats who were very interested in examining them, despite my best efforts to keep them away.

Then they woke up, feeling nauseous and in pain, in another hot twenty minute taxi ride, heading back to our apartment. When we finally arrived, the poor kitties were very excited to be home, but between the anesthesia and the pain killer numbing their back legs, they couldn't walk properly. They would take a step, and then fall over sideways, or with their legs splayed out to the side, or continue but dragging their rear half behind them. There's nothing worse than watching a cat, normally one of the most nimble animals on earth, be barely able to slither, let along jump up on the bed. The drugs also made them nauseous, particularly Hans. He threw up several times, but as there was nothing in his stomach, it was mostly dry retching.

With a human, I could explain what happened, but the poor kitties have no idea. They're doing better as the day goes on (no more slithering, but no jumping either), and hopefully they will be recovered tomorrow as the doctor promised. And no, there's no videos this time, that would be too cruel.

Whew, I'm Lucky!

On Wednesday, I got my monthly stipend (a thick wad of cash, this being a cash economy), and then headed to the gym. I went home, did some homework, and then ate dinner. Before I went to bed, I got out my stipend to put the rent in a separate envelope, which I do to prevent myself from spending it before paying the rent. I counted it out, and then noticed that the amount remaining in my hand seemed rather small. Confused, I counted it again--there were 500 pounds, or about a quarter of my stipend, missing! I couldn't believe it, as the only place I'd gone was the gym, and my wallet was in a locked locker there, and all of the staff seemed completely trustworthy (working in a hotel, even in a very low position, is a prime job here, and Egypt has a very high unemployment rate, so hotels basically get their pick for these positions).

The very next day, I went to the gym first thing in the morning, and explained the situation. The director said she would look into if for me, but since it was a day later, the money was gone, she couldn't search everyone. I stopped back later in the afternoon, but no luck, although the director said she was suspicious of one person. In despair, I resigned myself to eating fuul for the rest of the month. Fuul is a cheap fava bean dish. It's quite tasty, but not something you want to eat for a month. I couldn't believe that my money was missing from a locked locker, as that would imply that one of the staff took it. Also, since the person only took a small amount (and didn't take my cell phone or computer, which were also in the locker), it was the work of an accomplished thief--if I hadn't counted my money that night, and been sure of the amount I had, I would have just thought that I had somehow spent much more than I thought in the last week or so.

Today, I returned to the gym, not expecting anything, but hoping that continually checking in would keep them looking for the thief. Much to my surprise, the director told me that they had located the thief. Apparently, my complaint had been the one they needed to go after a person they'd long been suspicious of. The director told me that the same thing had happened two or three times before, where a guest had complained of part of the money she had with her disappearing. Each time, a particular guest (who is not a member of the gym but sometimes comes and pays a day fee to use it) had been present. Before, she had always denied taking the money, but this time the management was so sure it was her that they threatened to call the police. She's a foreign woman, but going to an Egyptian jail isn't pleasant for anyone. So this time, she confessed and returned the money (although claiming it was only 400 pounds, not 500). She claimed to be stealing it to pay rent, which is why she would come about once a month to use the gym.

I can't believe how lucky I am on this, I was completely expecting to lose the money and have to cancel my membership and join another gym, right when it's getting warm enough to use the awesome pool at my gym. I think I'll bake the gym staff brownies to show my appreciation of their efforts.

Friday, March 30, 2007

Hans's Bath

Hans is white. He also has medium length hair, except for his tail, which is quite poofy. As a result, he gets quite dirty. Armed with cat shampoo my mother brought from the US, Rashad and I decided to give him a bath. Although Hans was not pleased, he let us bathe him with minimal effort. However, once he was wet, he did not recognize his now-shrunken tail, and proceeded to chase it until he dried. This video is but a few clips of the half hour he spent chasing it . . .

The Parents Visit


My parents and Rashad's mother came to visit in early March. Although Rashad and I were at work/school, and didn't get to do much touring with them in Cairo, we did go to Alexandria the first weekend, and a Nile Cruise between Aswan and Luxor the next week. Both trips, and indeed the entire visit, were quite enjoyable. Our parents enjoyed Egypt, and we got the chance to travel a bit. The cruise was particularly enjoyable. The Nile is a beautiful river, particularly outside of Cairo, and the temples we stopped at were amazing. We also had an excellent guide, a definite improvement on Amy and my attempts to periodically eavesdrop on guides speaking languages we could understand. I left the picture taking up to the parents, and just enjoyed myself. However, you can see Marsha's pictures on her picasa site, and hopefully my father's will be coming soon!

Trips to Upper Egypt


While Amy was visiting, we spent the weekend in Luxor, taking the night train down. Luxor has more pharonic attractions than anywhere else in Egypt--hundreds of tombs, and several temples. It's impossible to see everything, and many of the tombs are closed, but Amy and I made it a very productive two days. On the first day we saw the Valley of the Kings, Hatshepsut's Temple, and the Luxor Temple. We walked over the mountain from the Valley of the Kings to Hatshepsut's Temple, which gave us some beautiful views, if occasionally difficult climbing.

On day two, we hit the Colossi of Memnon, the Temple of Medinet Habu, the Valley of the Queens, and the Tombs of the Nobles. Luckily, we got an early start (5:15 am), so we beat most of the crowds and the heat. After these sights, we headed back to the East Bank to check out the Karnak Temple and the Mummification Museum. We ate dinner at a very tasty restaurant, the Oasis Cafe.

You can check out pictures of the various attractions on my picasa site!