When I
first arrived in Cairo, I really couldn't believe my eyes
because it looked and smelled exactly like New Delhi.
Although there was more Arabic around me on all the signs
instead of Hindi, I
still felt like I was suddenly home. I always thought the roads in Delhi were the most dangerous of the world, if Cairo wasn't
equally dangerous, it was maybe more! I didn't really expect to be in any danger,
however, there were a few moments that I did think: well this is how it ends.
Nevertheless, I arrived in one piece at my cousin's house.
In addition to the roads being similar to Delhi, the air was
equally hot and thick,
besides the heat, the smell of dust and smoke was very similar
too.
Moreover, the people and houses seemed alike as well. I arrived at Laura's house and immediately she told me the water wasn't working, and she has no idea when it would be fixed, after all, this was Cairo. Nevertheless. I was looking forward to a really nice summer with my cousin. In contrast to Cairo, the north coast of Alexandria would be a lot cooler, so that's where we would be headed in a few days, since they had a house there anyway.
Provided everything went exactly how it was supposed to go (and if Egypt was like India, there is no way it would) we would be headed north quite soon. Of course we couldn't leave until Laura's husband was back and the kids' stuff was packed and that's not as easy as it sounds. Everything moves in its own time here, then again we did end up leaving reasonably soon. Although I thought the kids would want to stay in the car with Laura, her little boy wanted to ride in the car with me for 4 hours. I didn't think it would be a big deal, until he angrily threw his iPad at me. Consequently, he quickly learned that auntie Florence doesn't take crap from anyone. Admittedly most of the time he was a little darling, even so, a 3 year old can still make you crazy. For instance, he wouldn't play on his own, he just had to play with me, no matter how exhausted I was.