Currently on a sleeper train from Cairo to Aswan, and I must say after our experiences in sleeper trains, ours right now is pretty fricken nice (and twice as expensive). We have two foldout bunk beds, our own room, sink, and free dinner and breakfast.
Yesterday was epic! After a late night nile cruise with belly dancing and sufi dancing (the belly dancer was all sorts of scary...pics to come). Dan and I woke up early and rode camels for a few hours around the Great Pyramids in Giza and the Sphinx. Very very incredible! altho my butt hurts like no other (twss). Then afterwards we went to Saqqara and Memphis. We've resorted to just hiring drivers and scheduling stuff through our hostel because its near impossible to get around here on your own...which is annoying bc they know it too and can thus charge you an arm and leg for everything.
So partly because of the recent political situation in Egypt and the Middle East and partly because I think this would be more fun, I've decided to assume a fake identity here and pretend I'm canadian (those of you who know me know how big of a step this is for me). Here's my story:
I was born in 1985 in Thunderbay, Canada, a quaint little town on Lake Huron. When I was six, we moved to Temple City near Los Angeles in California because my parents began to manage wedding studios along Las Tunas Drive (business was good back then). I attended San Gabriel Christian School. When I was around fourteen though, my parents looked at my high school options, namely Temple City High School and was like nooooope you're moving back to Canada. So for four years I lived in Scarborough, Ontario where I attended West High Collegiate Institute, home of the fighting Warriors (with Wolfie the Wolf). I studied hard, got into a good school in the states, Penn, where I met Dan in my freshman year suite at Hill. We immediately bonded over Canada...ketchup chips, hockey, 'aboot' and 'eh', and Celine Dion (I shudder as I write this), and the rest is history...
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don't forget about the Canadian tradition of having milk in a bag. and the glorious institution of Tim Horton's. mmm. Maple Dip.
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ReplyDeleteBaller back-story.
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