On The Road

I figured I should take a break from playing connect the dots 
with my bed bug bites to update my fantastic blog site. 
Our time in Jordan has sadly come to an end, and unfortunatley, 
we are back in the Cairo airport waiting for our flight back 
to Istanbul, aka. Our sanctuary. "We better not have to 
leave the gate" we snapped, after landing in Cairo. 
Our flight from Amman was quite uneventful, except for our 
flight attendant who was shamelessly hitting on Cam the entire 
time. He first made his "love at first sight" emotions clear, 
when asking at the begining of the flight if we were stopping 
in Cairo or transiting through. He begged Cam to stay in Cairo, 
and when hearing that we were Canadian he insisted he could 
come to Montreal to be with her. We thought that was a pretty 
random city until we opened the flight operations guide and 
saw that EgyptAir flies direct to Montreal, its only Canadian 
destination. After burning a hole through her shirt for the 
duration of the flight, he blessed us all with three free 
juice boxes.. One of the cheapest offerings we have received 
for marriage to date. "Do whatever you need to to get us into 
first class" I insisted. We had to settle for the orange juice.

During our four hour layover, we decided that we needed to 
convert our remaining Jordanian Dinars, so that we could 
have one final craptastic egyptian mea in the terminal. 
They had no currency conversion office on our side of the 
terminal, so we sent Lindsay back through customs to do 
the task. I stood and watched as she handed off her passport 
and boarding pass to a security guard, and then disapear into 
the hustle and bustle. As time pased on, and Linds didn't 
reappear, I began to think about how long I had to wait before 
going back to Cam and sounding the alarm of Linds' new missing 
persons status. I feared Cams reaction at our foolish plan of 
seperating and Linds vanishing through reverse customs alone, 
without her passport. What seemed like centuries later, Linds 
reappeared, currency in hand, I thanked Allah, and we were on 
our way. Almost immideietly after this, I had to pull Linds 
away from the burger king cashier counter, as she was demanding 
more free ketchup with alarming desperation. "Can I trade you 
this bbq sauce for more?!" She desperatley cried. Upon hearing 
the rejection, Linds wailed "but four just isn't enough for
 both of us!"

B