My turf

It's always nice to have visitors, obviously for their company, but also because it throws a healthy splash of perspective on a city that one can view as their own. Drew flew in last week on Wednesday morning around quarter to three in the morning, and after picking him up and navigating my way from each of the three terminals. Two more hours of sleep, then off to school for me, and I sent him off with Hany to see the Egyptian museum, and then met up after school. Grabbed a quick beer at Horreya (my favorite cheap british expat bar), then headed off to the Islamic part of Cairo: Al-Azhar Mosque, al Azhar park, and a shisha in Khan Khalili (the place where there was the bombing - there is now a metal detector to go through to enter the area), and then went to this really cool sufi dancing concert. Great lively drumming and whirling dervishes. 

The next day, Drew came to school. It was hilarious. The children were all excited to see another American like myself, and they all called him Mr. Andrew. They were actually behaved for once. It was nice, and maybe they learned something.. 

The next day, we took off to the pyramids, rolling out of bed around 2 from a solid night before. Characteristic of Egyptian rules - or those that are in place to be broken such as "leave your camera at the door when you go inside pyramid," I brought my camera in the pyramid which lead to this epic shot.. 

Inside the coffin of the second pyramid.
The night then went on to see the dirtiest funk band probably to ever grace the Middle East, and definitely the best live music that I have seen yet in Cairo, at the Cairo Jazz club. 

The last day we checked out the 1973 war panorama. An enjoyable visit to a museum that was created by the North Koreans to show Egypt's might over Israel when they stormed across the Suez canal and decimated Israel. I love objective history.