Welcome To Cairo

Our flight to Cairo was an eventful one, mostly because the three of us were so excited for the next lag of our adventure! Mid way through the flight, we were discussing the fact that we were arriving in Cairo the same day as Barack Obama. "Maybe we will see his plane fly past us in the sky" Linds foolishly imagined. "I bet he will hold a sign in the window wishing us a good trip" I sarcastically replied. As you may know, I am a bit of a skeptic.. however, I have been eating my words on a number of occasions since being on vacation. As we landed, I was preoccupied with trying to learn Arabic, when Linds grabbed my arm with incredible force. "OH MY GOD BRETT!" I looked at her with confusion, expecting her to claim her camera was missing, when really, it was tied safetly around her wrist. "AIR FORCE ONE IS RIGHT OUTSIDE!" Sure enough, well pulled up to Barack Obama's plane at the gate. We began snapping pictures like riduclous school children who just saw Hannah Montana. I believe we may have even been escorted off the plane, and the stuarts began to tidy it for the next batch of travellers.

Our excitment quickly came to a halt, when we experienced culture shock like no other in the Cairo airport. We somehow ended up in the Sudan quarantine line, and had a hell of a time trying to buy Visa's for entrance. After we got our luggage we spent a dredful three hours finding our way to our hotel, a hotel which we never bothered to write down the address or contact information for. I would elaborate more, however the wounds are still to fresh for me to recount. However, all I will say it that it involved a corrupt taxi service, vehicle abandonment, and me having to argue with the rip-off taxi leader via our drivers cell phone about how much money we had to pay. I believe I stopped bardering when he said "If you dont like this price your driver will bring you and your luggage to me, and we will have a little chat about it at my office."

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