Zamalek is one of Cairo slum that is slightly different ... at least at times. In terms of area, is higher in categories where we live and this is reflected in things as simple as cleaning the streets or, more specifically, the windows of buildings.
On Saturday we had to go to the airport to pick up Shaabi, so we dedicate ourselves to simply pass the time walking around the area to end up eating in a room that looks like an Irish pub outside and inside and filled pizza sive Espanyol ... globalization is mortal!
go to the airport for my teacher got us a taxi driver in his neighborhood who do not speak English, because according to the know about some English were attempting to exploit the tourist. So increases in a taxi whose horn was like the chirping of birds, we headed to the new terminal at Cairo airport, which has nothing to envy of Barcelona. Based on
gestures and their little fusha (which I study) and my little Egyptian, we agreed to meet at a point when we had collected. We entered the terminal advised that we would have to pay 5lbs to let us enter, but I suppose that our pint of foreigner made him overlook. Alli
pequenyos had one of those moments of satisfaction with the language as find out the flight details screen reading Arabic, because English was not even ... it may seem silly, but I have spent so crappy anyo with the language, which I can not believe how good I am unfolding here .. (.. Of veritat Amina. would be proud).
And after that ... we had many moments of laughter as we expected ... More later I will write a post about the importance of the roommates on the road, because really no Maria Lujan things would be different ... Now, for those who know her say that Shaabi arrived perfectly and given the cantazo, with an orange straw hat that prevented it go unnoticed. Around the hotel with her sitting in front was so much fun .. there is like being a rookie in the middle of Cairo traffic!
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