Another plane, another airport, another city...

After less than two weeks sleeping in my own bed I'm on the road again.  I will start by saying that I love the Vancouver airport, if only for the FREE wireless.  Seriously everywhere else they want you to pay an arm and a leg.  Okay so maybe not everywhere but I've been enough airports in the last few months that I feel okay stereotyping.

Anyway, my time at home has been great, culture shock minimal to non-existent, and I won't even start with the food.  I've also been extremely busy...coldplay concert, day at the spa, the cabin, a marathon relay, coffee, lunch, you get the picture.

So now I'm sitting in the Vancouver airport waiting for my flight to Kelowna and then on to Vernon where I'll be in my cousins wedding.  Actually when I checked in...after the computer asked me if I had any hunting bounty to check in...I was told my flight had been canceled because there was no crew to fly the plane and that they had booked me on a flight for Tuesday.  Not exactly what I was looking for but they got it sorted out and put me on a flight that will actually get me there earlier than I had thought.  After the wedding is a week in the bush hiking the West Coast Trail on Vancouver Island, a trip down to the US of A to visit friends and then home again.

London Limbo

Coming through British customs last Sunday the customs officer asked all the normal questions, why are you here, where are you staying, where have you come from, where do you live...  All fairly simple questions except that lately I'm not sure how to answer that last one.  I've been living in Egypt, I'm currently staying with friends in London, a week from now I'll be living with my parents in Winnipeg, and two months from now I could be anywhere.  At the moment, limbo is the only word that describes my current situation.  If you google it you get two options...

limbo [l'ɪmboʊ]

If you say that someone or something is in limbo, you mean that they are in a situation where they seem to be caught between two stages and it is unclear what will happen next.

or

The limbo is a West Indian dance in which you have to pass under a low bar while leaning backwards. The bar is moved nearer to the floor each time you go under it

...you can decide for yourself which one I'm talking about.  The past few days have been great.  Who wouldn't want to spend the day taking a run in the park, visiting a gallery or two, eating great food, and drinking coffee.  I do feel however like

 I'm in some in between world.  No longer in Egypt but not yet home.  The realizations that I'm somewhere new comes at funny times and have included...

1. I probably can't respond to the flight attendant speaking to me in German with Arabic

2. You know you're in Germany when you sit down to have a coffee before your 6:30 am flight and at the table next to you people are having a beer

3. Before beginning the drive from the Stansted airport to central London the bus driver reminded us to buckle our seatbelts

4. 30 minutes into that same bus ride I realized we wer

e driving on the left side of the road

5. Went grocery shopping and instead of digging through a pile of tomatoes to find the fresh ones I had to first choose between the 10 kinds of tomatoes available

6. I walked down the street, camera in hand, and no one said 'Welcome to London'

7. Went to a pub and didn't walk out smelling like a package of cigarettes

8. People wait for you to step off the tube and then file 

on without pushing

9. Side walks are meant for walking on

10. A very nice reminder came over the speakers in the tube station reminding everyone that in the hot weather it is important to carry water with you...it didn't even reach 20 C yesterday

I've also made a new friend, his name is Caleb.  He's very cute, blond hair, blue eyes.  He's a great listener and I hear he likes walks in the park too...

...he's also 9 months old

That's all.  Today I was a proper tourist and visited the Tower of London.  Tomorrow Reesa and I are going out for lunch and to a show.  Almost home.

A post with no name...

I've been in Cairo for the past week and a half, today I finished packing up my flat in Aswan and tomorrow will be my last day at the office.  The process of going home has felt long already, the goodbyes started last week, and I've got two weeks to go before I hear a welcome that doesn't include the word Egypt.  This post has no name because even as I write this I can't tell you exactly how I feel about going home without it becoming a confused rambling collection of the thoughts and emotions that run through my head everyday like someone put my ipod on shuffle.

I did find this today though.  Someone gave it to me more than 10 years ago when the life of a 13 year old felt complicated.  Turns out 24 isn't that much different, the lessons just appear differently.

After a while you learn the subtle difference between holding a hand and chaining a soul

And you learn that love doesn't mean security

And you begin to learn that kisses aren't contracts

And presents aren't promises

And you begin to accept your defeats with your head up and your eyes open

With the grace of a woman, not the grief of a child

And you learn to build all your roads on today, because tomorrows ground is too uncertain and futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight

After a while you learn that even sunshine burns if you get too much

So you plant your own garden and decorate your own soul instead of waiting for someone else to bring you flowers

And you learn that you really can endure

That you really are strong

And you really do have worth

And you learn and learn

With every goodbye you learn

Two weeks to go.  See you soon.

Symbols of Egypt

As a foreigner stopping over or passing through a country such as Egypt, a place so different from what might be considered 'home', it can be easy to give in to the temptation to make judgements, justified or otherwise, of the life we find ourselves surrounded by.  Nine months does not by any means make one an expert, in reality I have barely scratched the surface, however every now and then you happen upon a symbol that explains things better than words could.

That being said my friend Emily lives in downtown Cairo across from a massive rundown and abandoned house.  Sitting on the balcony having a drink before dinner we decided it needed to be explored.  All it took was 10 LE and a smile and we were in.  

It turns out it was built in 1899 for Prince Saiid Halim Pasha, whose father would have ruled Egypt had his nephew not upstaged him.  With the British occupation Prince Halim's assets were confiscated and the palace was turned into a boys preparatory school in 1939 and was considered the chosen place of education for the sons of the Egyptian elite.  "With the extinction of titles and Egypt's old bourgeoisie, the palace became the unlucky ward of the ministry of education. Thereafter, the deterioration came in steady increments fueled by ignorance and greed. A dispensary here, an office for the ruling party there, plus the indiscriminate building of brick walls on the balustrades and the pilfering of the priceless pink marble and other rare historical rarities. The rest is shameless history."

Wandering through the house you can imagine how grand it must have been in the beginning when it was well cared for, although the cartoon drawings on the walls might not quite fit the architect's intended style.  Inefficiency, neglect, chaos, nepotism, wealth and a losing battle with time and the desert dust, all in the life of a building in Cairo.  We also thought it'd make a great spot for party.

There was supposed to be pictures with this post but I'm in Egypt...enough said so if you want to see what I'm talking about check it out here.

A small diversion

I've been MIA for over a week, but for good reason...I spent the last week in Jordan!  With the office closed for Easter (a week later on this side of the world) and a few days of holidays left, I set off for Amman just over a week ago.  I spent the first 5 days with my mom's cousin's family who live in Amman.  It was great to be with family again, even if just for a few days.  The family meals and conversation around the table cause a few moments of feeling homesick but that was short lived and I had a great time.

Friday we went to Jonathan's baseball game in the afternoon and had homemade pizza for dinner.  Saturday I went out on my own to explore a bit of Amman.  I visited the ruins of the citadel and had a look at the roman theatre in town.  I didn't pay to go in since you could see most of it from the outside and after Turkey I've seen my fair share of roman theatres.  Sunday we all went down to the Jordan river which is now more like a creek which means I was close enough to Israel for my phone to send me a message saying 'Welcome to Israel" and went on out line the various roaming charges I might incur.  Next we headed over to the dead sea where Matt and the boys and I had a little float and gave our selves our own dead sea spa treatment.

Then it was back to Amman where a few of Matt and Robyn's friends came over had we had some amazing lamb for Easter dinner.

Monday I had booked myself onto a tour of a few sites north of Amman.  We stopped first at a place called Umm Qais with views of the sea of galilee and the golan heights.  Next was an old crusader castle called Ajlun, complete with guards dressed up in period clothing.  Finally we stopped at Jerash, again Roman ruins...on a side note I knew from history classes how big the Roman Empire was but when you get over here and at half the sites you've got a Hadrian's gate and a Roman theatre it really is amazing how much territory they controlled.

On Tuesday, since it was spring break, we all took the 3 1/2 hour drive down to the desert at Wadi Rum.  We stopped at a few points of interest and then spent the night sleeping under the stars.  Oh, and we had smores at the campfire while one of the bedouins played music.  The next morning I parted ways with everyone and set off to Petra.  While I went there on my own I ended up meeting and joining up with other travelers and it was a great two days.

While I was fortunate enough to fly from Cairo to Amman, I made the trip back over land which took 18 hours from getting on the bus in Petra at 7 am and getting off at 1 am at Ramses station in Cairo.  But I made it, and our bus managed to stay on the road coming through the Sinai peninsula which was a bit of a miracle in and of itself.  I do have a bit of a bruise on my forehead from banging it on the window when the bus took a sharp turn to get out of the way of oncoming traffic.

That's all for now, I'll be on my way back to Aswan this evening and back to the office tomorrow for the start of what's looking like a busy last month in Egypt.

Lights Out???

Okay so I know I get no sympathy from all of you back home where winter just won't leave and people are spending their weekends sandbagging but here in Aswan we just skipped spring and went right into summer. It's been about 40 C everyday for the past week and a half, and although someone tried to tell me it's going to cool off a bit, I don't believe them. It wouldn't be so bad if I didn't have to wear so much clothing whenever I leave my flat but this is Egypt so...

The one good thing about the timing of the current heat wave was that we had visitors from the MEDA office in Waterloo over the weekend a week a go, and their hotel had a great pool! So after after spending much of Thursday afternoon in an overcrowded, hot car making client visits we spent a good part of the day on Friday sitting by the pool.  We also went on the obligatory felucca ride at sunset, although this is getting more difficult to time correctly since the wind almost dies completely if you're out too late, and ended up having to get towed part of the way back.  The next day we walked through the market and then and got henna tattoos, something I haven't done since I got here.

Now another week has passed and it is still hot out so they really didn't know what they were talking about when they told me it would cool off a little.  I did spend my weekend...Thursday and Friday...in Cairo which is always 5-10 degrees cooler which was nice.  With only a couple months left before leaving for home the job search is on, but if all else fails it seems I could make a half decent living as an English tutor.  I've been helping out the two sons of the guy at the spice shop and this evening I spent some time with my boss's daughter.  They go to an English school so all the textbooks are in English but it seems that the teachers are teaching a lot of things in Arabic which doesn't really help.  In general the education system here is lacking and anyone who can has their kids going to tutors at least a few nights out of the week for help with any or all of the classes they're taking.

Outside my flat the construction continues.  I got back from Cairo to find they have now dug a trench down the middle of the street and are putting in new pipes...actually they're bigger than what I would call a pipe since it's the sewer they're working on, and it doesn't look like they'll be finishing any time soon.  On top of that there's a chance I'll have my electricity cut off soon.  I got an electricity bill and a notice from one of the security guys this afternoon.  It's in Arabic, obviously, so I took it with me to Dr. Mamdouh's house tonight.  The bill looks a little steep even though it should be for the past two months...I wasn't here at all in February...and the notice basically says because I haven't paid they will be cutting off the power.  It doesn't really make any sense...lots of things don't here...because I've been back since the beginning of March and no one has come to read the meter, but hopefully I don't end up in the dark tomorrow!  On the other hand, at the rate somethings tend to happen here I might have plenty of time before we reach that point, but you never know.

I'll end by wishing everyone back home a Happy Easter...we're a week behind over here so there's no sign of a holiday yet.  While I'm sure I'll be missing out on some great food, a recent trip to one of the upscale grocery stores in Cairo...where you can find lots of imported goodness...means I'll be cooking with a little more variety over the next week.  The store wasn't that big, but after months of buying whatever is available in the stores in Aswan, I felt a bit like a kid in a candy shop, overwhelmed by the possibilities and excited by the smallest of things like soy sauce and Campbell's mushroom soup!

Random happenings from the last week...

So nothing terribly exciting has happened in the past week, but since some of you out there get impatient when I wait to long between posts here are some random happenings from the past week...

1. A construction update....still happening.  They are fixing something with the sewer, which apparently meant they had to rip up the entire street...Rachel suggested maybe the forgot where they had to dig.  Because it has to do with the sewer things don't smell to great at street level so I'm thankful to be 8 floors up.  The ridiculous work hours have become sporadic but it seems some of them work best at 3am.

2. In my next life I will be a computer software technician.  With the launch of the computer contest with a new version of the game, Aswan has become the test site and I've spent the past week fielding questions about error messages and anything else that someone thinks isn't working properly.  "Why?", is a question I'd like never to hear from older than 5 years old, more than once in a day.

3. Even Egypt can be a small world.  Out for dinner in Cairo after returning from Turkey I met, or I guess re-met, Eric, who runs a tour company in Egypt and arranged my felucca trip with my parents.  He brought a group through Aswan last weekend so I had drinks with them on Thursday night, and then went across to the west bank for dinner with them on Friday.  Yay, for a social life in Aswan!

4. Hot and sunny is normally all I have to say about the weather, but last week in the space of two minutes the weather went from calm clear skies to gale force winds and dusty.  Dust storms are normal around this time of the year but normally they arrive gradually.  I think I've finally gotten rid of most of the dust.

5. I had to sweep up a dead bird yesterday...a baby one.  While I was in Turkey some little birds made a nest in the hole above the door to my balcony.  I've tried to avoid going out there too much since I wouldn't want to be responsible for the parents abandoning their nest, but after all the dust I went out to sweep yesterday.  I couldn't tell what it was at first but then I noticed it had a beak and tiny wings.  I'm thinking it fell from the nest because it didn't even have feathers yet so it's not like it was trying to fly.  There are still babies in the next though because the parents keep flying back and forth with stuff in their mouths, so I'm steering clear of the area for a little while longer so I don't cause any more death.

6. I've started running in the mornings.  Since I did invest in new running shoes before I left, I figured I should put them to use.  I've had great intentions for a while now but last week I finally acted on them.  I also uncovered a plot by some of my colleagues to have me bring a little more of Egypt home with me than I intended...the kind that might result in needing clothes of a slightly bigger size.  You can't go to someone's house here without eating, and while I'm comfortable enough by now to refuse seconds and thirds, the words "oil" and "fried" are good descriptors of many foods here.  And I just feel better in general afterwards, even if I have to get up a bit earlier.

That's all for now...tune in to next week's update for exciting stories including walks along the nile, and all you needed to know about sewer repairs in the middle east