“Mrs. Kindheart”

We arrived yesterday. We decided not to stay in Caïro, but chose to find us a nice bed and breakfast place near the pyramides.

We chose Arabian nights guesthouse. Within walkin’ distance from the pyramides.

Yesterday was a long evening/night drive to Oslo airport with cold temperatures 3 degrees and a sharp wind.
Due to this we skipped a night.

Tired as hell we arrived at a hot hot hot airport with sweaty gards. After three times of showing the passports I asked “again?” Which ofcourse is not appreciated doing so as a women in a muslim country. “Do you have a problem with that?” He fired back? And thenignored me and only spoke to Roy.

We were welcomed at the airport by the driver. Who had water bottles with him and drove us through a chaotic Caïro. Noisy and no rules. Every car has bumps.

The hotel is nice and clean. And I was doubting if it was wise to go outside Cairo, since the market and musea are in Cairo. But after chatting with a Spanish hotelguest she told us it was wise. They were travelling with a baby and thought it very dirty in Egypt. This place is like  an oases.

Today, a bit exploring to do, finding the things to do and how to go there. 
So we walked to the entrance of the pyramides and when I saw a horse looking at my bottle of water I decided to give him all of the water. The Egyptian people called me “mrs. Kindheart” after this.

until later.

tada. Linda & Roy