20.10.15 - Cairo
Cairo is still hot, until the Egyptians complain about the weather because at this time of year, should be fresher.So it was with effort that I wore a pair of jeans to go to the center of Cairo. Because? Halfway through the route outlined was a mosque and couldn`t enter in shorts.Thus, the mid-morning I and Drew went to the Grand Bazaar - Khan el-Khalili. It
was all a fun: we seemed two women to litter the stores and didn`t buy
anything, haggling prices with the vehemence of a dispute between Arabs
and Jews, to have fun with what we said, speaking Arabic with the
merchants; an entire party!From scarves to perfumes, through spices and pieces of copper, we experience a little of everything. The
bazaars, in these parts, have the mystique of the fairs of our towns,
mixed with bright and smely products, that are exotic to Westerners. The color of the goods and the music of the words, it is a joy.In Khan el-Khalili entered a mosque and outside, made a public collection to help the conservation of the same. I didn´t give money because I had spent it all in the few purchases that I did; Drew contributed. Then the olitical joke of the day show it self: that was they said to Bush father, it was just to the mosque.We had lunch there, in an koshari and kebab restaurant. We eat kebab along with other Egyptian working class; spicy as he was, knew well a beer ... but there is here also; feather!For dessert, a long walk from the Islamic part of the city to the citadel.The citadel is up there, serving the great walls to protect a
beautiful Turkish Mosque, alabaster, sent to the king Mohammad Ali and
completed by his grandson Farouk, the last king of Egypt before the 1952
revolution.At the citadel we see the whole city, the whole mess is a vibrant city with 22 million people. WOW!
Cairo is still hot, until the Egyptians complain about the weather because at this time of year, should be fresher.So it was with effort that I wore a pair of jeans to go to the center of Cairo. Because? Halfway through the route outlined was a mosque and couldn`t enter in shorts.Thus, the mid-morning I and Drew went to the Grand Bazaar - Khan el-Khalili. It
was all a fun: we seemed two women to litter the stores and didn`t buy
anything, haggling prices with the vehemence of a dispute between Arabs
and Jews, to have fun with what we said, speaking Arabic with the
merchants; an entire party!From scarves to perfumes, through spices and pieces of copper, we experience a little of everything. The
bazaars, in these parts, have the mystique of the fairs of our towns,
mixed with bright and smely products, that are exotic to Westerners. The color of the goods and the music of the words, it is a joy.In Khan el-Khalili entered a mosque and outside, made a public collection to help the conservation of the same. I didn´t give money because I had spent it all in the few purchases that I did; Drew contributed. Then the olitical joke of the day show it self: that was they said to Bush father, it was just to the mosque.We had lunch there, in an koshari and kebab restaurant. We eat kebab along with other Egyptian working class; spicy as he was, knew well a beer ... but there is here also; feather!For dessert, a long walk from the Islamic part of the city to the citadel.The citadel is up there, serving the great walls to protect a
beautiful Turkish Mosque, alabaster, sent to the king Mohammad Ali and
completed by his grandson Farouk, the last king of Egypt before the 1952
revolution.At the citadel we see the whole city, the whole mess is a vibrant city with 22 million people. WOW!
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