Back in Landaan Taan! Well, I have been for about 24 hours, but I was too knackered yesterday to bother typing. Just to continue where I left off from my last post in Cairo, the events of the day before yesterday.
My sister-in-law drove us to the Khan el-Khalili (refer back to my first post on my Cairo adventure if you do not understand my lingo) so we could get a few things before we left the next day. On the way, we drive past an Armoured Personel Carrier (I thought it was a tank, but I stand correct. I'm clearly not a 13 year old boy) and my sister decided to show the army what she thought of them, by hooting (standard Egyptian), winding down her window, and proceeding to spit on their tank. I was amazed. This girl is brilliant. There is no chance I would ever spit within 100miles of someone who had a gun and was traveling in a vast vehicle. Is it just me? But I had so much respect for her still, because she is dedicated to changing her country and, most of all, making Egypt a nicer place for her daughter to grow up in. Like she says, there may have been times when she wasn't there for her daughter, but once her and her revolutionary friends end this whole thing and prove their point, she will be able to tell her daughter the stories.
The next day we all got up at some ungodly hour to catch an 8am plane - I don't do mornings. On the plane I watched What's Your Number, that film with the girl who had Monica and Chandler's baby in Friends, and the dumb one from Scary Movie. It was fine. I feel quite indifferent to it, cos it's SO obvious from minute 4 what is going to happen. When it finished I flicked through the channels and found some documentary/film/sketch show (I have no idea what it was). The only thing I heard before I switched channels was a guy saying
The rest of the journey was h o r r i b l e ! As we approached England, our plane was being thrown side to side, and appeared to be attached to a roller-coaster, the amount it was rising and dropping. My stomach only just held out - had we been on that plane 3 or 4 minutes longer there is no doubt when I say everything from the last 2 weeks would have come up. And that would have been a shame - I like Egyptian food. It turned out it was VERY windy in England yesterday and there was a thick black cloud covering Heathrow Airport. WUNDERBAR.
So, like I said, I'm home! I've opened the last of the presents we couldn't fit in our suitcase to Egypt, cuddled the cat to death and, apart from these things, done sweet eff all!
My sister-in-law drove us to the Khan el-Khalili (refer back to my first post on my Cairo adventure if you do not understand my lingo) so we could get a few things before we left the next day. On the way, we drive past an Armoured Personel Carrier (I thought it was a tank, but I stand correct. I'm clearly not a 13 year old boy) and my sister decided to show the army what she thought of them, by hooting (standard Egyptian), winding down her window, and proceeding to spit on their tank. I was amazed. This girl is brilliant. There is no chance I would ever spit within 100miles of someone who had a gun and was traveling in a vast vehicle. Is it just me? But I had so much respect for her still, because she is dedicated to changing her country and, most of all, making Egypt a nicer place for her daughter to grow up in. Like she says, there may have been times when she wasn't there for her daughter, but once her and her revolutionary friends end this whole thing and prove their point, she will be able to tell her daughter the stories.
The next day we all got up at some ungodly hour to catch an 8am plane - I don't do mornings. On the plane I watched What's Your Number, that film with the girl who had Monica and Chandler's baby in Friends, and the dumb one from Scary Movie. It was fine. I feel quite indifferent to it, cos it's SO obvious from minute 4 what is going to happen. When it finished I flicked through the channels and found some documentary/film/sketch show (I have no idea what it was). The only thing I heard before I switched channels was a guy saying
"Blogging is not writing. It's graffiti with punctuation."Hmmm, I get what he's trying to say. How writers think long and hard about how to structure a sentence, a paragraph, having to re-write it a thousand times etc, whereas it's assumed bloggers don'tt. Blogging may just look like a few hundred words typed up quickly about someone's thoughts or a random thing they have found (sounds familiar). But blogging can, for some people, be a starting point to a dream career, one that they are not sure how to approach the normal way. Or it could be a way of promoting something - a product that a company offers and wishes to advertise. It can be used for loads of things, so sometimes it's not just a matter of bashing out 500 words and then carelessly clicking 'Post'. Sometimes it does have to be as perfect as a page from a book. Graffiti can be compared to it though, because of the meanings behind words or short sentences. I remember in school being taught the impact of short sentences, used to emphasize a point and generate a particular emotion in the reader depending on it's tone. That's graffiti; and blogging can be used similarly. Anyway this quote just got me thinking.
The rest of the journey was h o r r i b l e ! As we approached England, our plane was being thrown side to side, and appeared to be attached to a roller-coaster, the amount it was rising and dropping. My stomach only just held out - had we been on that plane 3 or 4 minutes longer there is no doubt when I say everything from the last 2 weeks would have come up. And that would have been a shame - I like Egyptian food. It turned out it was VERY windy in England yesterday and there was a thick black cloud covering Heathrow Airport. WUNDERBAR.
So, like I said, I'm home! I've opened the last of the presents we couldn't fit in our suitcase to Egypt, cuddled the cat to death and, apart from these things, done sweet eff all!
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