Killing Time in Cairo

Too much to say, and this is a blog, after all, not a book. I'm at the mercy of these really funky computers, and I'll mention from the get go that PCs really blow. Anyway, about Cairo:

Traffic: No lanes, no rules, 24-hour gridlock, and any one of these drivers would be highly qualified to drive the shuttles at LAX--evening shift, arrivals level.

Head scarves: Definitely unlike 1972, now most of the women wear them. I can't figure out if they're making a fashion statement, bending to social pressure, trying to keep their hair clean, or hiding the dirt. Why the change? With the men, I think their act of piety is to sport a big bruise and/or bump on their forehead. Didn’t see this back in the 70s either. It doesn't really matter because the Egyptians have always been warm, kindhearted people, and quick with a smile. I’m glad to be here.

Fashion or function?

Neighborhoods: I walk the streets. Near my hotel there are shoe shops with enough shoes to shod the entire city for years, and shop windows filled with unknown stuff that looks like it hasn't been moved since the days of King Farouk, and ghastly lingerie shops. Across the river in the upscale areas, it's much more tasteful.

I've always held a fascination with mannequins that end up in developing countries-these look like children of the damned.

Security: It's on every corner. Go the the pyramids and there's a bag check; go to a 5-star hotel to use the bathroom or check out a Ramses burger and there's a bag check. The Hilton even has a bomb sniffer dog.

These guys are watching the World Cup.

Still here