Travels in Egypt 1995 – towards the end of an overland journey across Asia & Africa. This is a reflection of my life nearing the end of another great journey, now broke and confused; and about how crap hostel dorm conditions are for a light sleeper. It is NOT a reflection on Cairo, which I love, and enjoyed.
Done stuff all the past two days … Feeling tired; lousy. Sleeping in a central Cairo hostel dorm; hopeless !
Got woken at 10 P.M.
At 5 by – “ALLAHU AKBAR!” (God is Almighty) – the dawn prayer from a mosque.
At 7 … as people departed.
Again at 9.
Fuck this, felt better waking up after a night of sex and booze.
Went to the Egyptian Museum.
Spectacular. Overwhelming. Too much. Wandered round and round and yeah, nice sculptures, nice mummies, nice jewellery. Lots of gold. Cor, was Tutankhamun a spoilt brat, or what?
Ooh, yeah, that’s wild … and that one’s neat too … and that – out the way! Tourists everywhere! More tourists – I lie – than exhibits (and most visitors seem as long brain-dead as the mummified dog.)
Often it was I who was the exhibit.
Look, see the half-dead long-hair pretending to understand Ancient Egypt. I got more attention than a Pharaoh’s preserved organs; to many Arab tourists I was more exciting than a jar of dehydrated testicles.
Had wicked stomach cramps early this morning, but cleared it after three prolonged craps
Have eaten the same food from the same restaurant tonight (cos it taste good). See what happens … ?
Two Japanese travellers talk.
One of the young women has realised her large, pink suitcase-on-wheels, ain’t too practical; she’s just lugged it up five large flights of stairs, cos the elevator don’t work.
Shit, two Euro-chicks are setting their alarms.
Fuck, I hate alarm clocks – especially when they ain’t mine!
Well, I ain’t the only one whose tired and grumpy this morning.
Three Japanese complain about this English woman who woke the entire dorm. What a long, loud alarm.
And after she’d dragged herself out of bed, turned the light on and spent 40 minutes repacking her pack – which she’d spent hours on last night; she stomped out to the bathroom, and back, and again back and forth.
And while she was out washing, her second alarm bleeped – til a Japanese babe crawled out of bed and thumped the thing.
Eventually the woman left, leaving the door wide open.
Have lay in bed all morning: wondering what to do?
What to do in Cairo?
What to do in life? …
I really don’t know what to do … Doing nothing appeals.
Being a waster appeals.