Jessica in Egypt (2.5)

(The second day, continued)

Because tomorrow morning to fly to Abu Yassin Baylor, so today evening stroll downtown, Cairo nightlife experience.

From the book's introduction, I live in the vicinity of the hotel is a business center. Book said there was the most popular French-style cake all over the shop, there is also a café, is Egypt name writers and intellectuals frequented by, Italy insurance building, etc., see my blood, I think they fall into a noble, lives in a blaze of glory. You can go back and feel if so no deposit, the road is still busy, busy streets, the building still remains gloomy, the slightest old glory, even difficult to imagine ever position.

Yeah, things, "once" is a little lane! "once again" to high weight, retired, is a line of old wood.

In the face, Schweitzer gates.your came after forgetting forgot all about it.

Out the door, go in one direction, to find certain blocks, then there is the so-called Alfy Street – nightlife centre commercial pedestrian street.

But come to an end, but still not found, the exception is the traffic of the busy road interchange. Really admire Egypt people, from suffocating, noise makes people crazy overpass, take rest and on the situation. Think also that emissions than dust, noise better than alone, compared to the desert of life the city life worse is better than in the desert, having a hundred thousand times.

Looking for a street without direction, to the bus station you want to find someone to ask.

See me speak English, we do not and refuge, Flash, depressed! finally caught a means towards the street.

No other road Shanghai so management ordered, "red light stop, green light" is far away from the traffic light at here.

In the face of the rolling traffic, hadn't so indiscriminately jaywalk. I and Egypt common fate with the people, spread legs, run in the turbulent waves of traffic, successful "soon to cross the" several road, came to the opposite.

A distance approached ablaze, here it is just opposite the hotel, as well as shopping centres, is not walking Street.

Continue straight in, all the local restaurants and so on. Back out to the mall to inspect inspection, by the way. The Arab population is still very warm drops, a young man don't know English, just take me to the store, get interrupted, the store manager said I want to find walking Street. Store managers see my silly things aside, personally brought me to the store, and then take me to the Mall entrance, and then, at a distance of overpass direction I have just come and--there!

%￥#—@

I once again, the traffic across the rolling back to the old place.

Well, just came all the way is also very busy, just look at these shops and abortion.

Cairo's shops are not big, generally on the facade of 2, 3, abortion up to the candy store, lot of people in it to buy all kinds of confectionery.

Their sweets and a culture of Turkey, are nuts and fruit sugar sandwich. Busy in addition receive money, there are hands of packaging clerk, pure and beautiful wrapping paper, a Tablet and, depending on the amount of the purchase amount, select the appropriate size for a moment as if like magic into a work of art, of absolute took out away. I stood and foolish, like watching a disenchantment, and then lift the camera, took down the shop, the shop of samples taken down. Don't look at Egypt people seem to like you, in fact buguanbugu their eyes of starry bad, when I held the camera, I found the lens one positive face.

Also attracts me is the fruit shop, the waiter is very love their work, without customers patronize, just your own modeling various fruit pendulum, the big small base, the Red Green folds together, all fruits are so neat and bright, like fruit, but rather is strength.

Square photo, I turned around and offered a very cottage salute.

Look at his age, like the veterans. Estimation and my homeland compatriots, who is education to Taiwan when the PLA, Liberation (they should be the liberation of Palestine!).

Although I did not find a walking Street, but the passenger traffic hybrid here, not the walking Street is worth walking Street, you can wander freely and without the owner's driving skills are excellent, with you does not touch you.

Watch the time already 11 pm and a half, but the road is still busy, buy things, but a lot of shopping. From time to time, you will see walking through a pair of opponents in hand of man, that looks like the weather, or to other people's belongings, seems to have a mood or is commonplace.

Turned into a bustling small road, from a car, feel different, eh, what is shining preceded a windowpane pieces originally?.

Driver to broken glass to dig a hole, to continue to open, and desperately Horn, driving too fast. Over the side, I stop and look back, a rear glass, none. The driver's bow sideways look laugh driving fast. If I had stopped the car, it is estimated that he would let me get on making money matter!

Hot shop also fly bakery and ice cream shop, the Arabs of appetite is good, no matter how men and women, are hungry ghost Rimau reincarnation.

This trip, I bought a pedometer, yesterday left 2 million multi-step, today is 2 more than step, if you count 40 cm step is 10 km, one wheel!

Back to the hotel are some of my eyes open eyes, tomorrow to get up early to catch a plane to get to sleep.

(Not bathe, dirty!)

Added: despite the fact that Egypt is only 2 days, but I went back to the primary school in grade 3 and 4.

This remark how nose speak?!

This Egypt really dirty, full of dust in the air, and quickly fill up a nostril.

Just beginning to be forced to dig, as affecting respiratory; later is involuntarily digging, because the habit forming very easy, especially bad habit; in the end, it isConsciously dug, because it is not found in the nostril dig don't know, it's fantastic. No wonder we are the generation of the three tables of Granny on the rostrum digging, upside has the pleasure to come out. And I feel back to a childhood, small hand-dug well digging, and then secretly smudge in the desk stand plate underneath, this forever … .. Oh, everyone would imagine!

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