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Friday, August 29, 2008

Stuck in Sharm El Sheikh

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"Hasan! I'm sorry buddy!"

Hasan is my best friend.. As for our previous arrangements, we aught to be together now spending a nice vacation together, with another best friend "Mohamed" .. But now, I'm stuck in Sharm El Sheikh!

I came here to Sharm El Sheikh with the fairy boat along with everyone from my department (Linda, Corrina, Carla & Steffany) to do our work in our hotels in here, we were supposed to end this mission in three days and return back (on 27th of August) .. And Hasan, made his arrangements to be here on 27 at night.. And on that day, I packed my stuff getting ready to go back and then I know that the fairy is not going! due to the bad weather in the sea!!

Ok, let me just mention that I helped this Steffany in the morning we left to Sharm with her luggages and so on.. And she's CRAZY enough that she worked some magic on me and in the end I find out that I dropped my phone and couldn't feel it because, I was taking care of her luggages and non-stop stories she tells!

Thanks god I could save my phone from being stolen! I called the driver and asked him to deliver it to someone I know.. And he did..

Back to Sharm.. Ok.. Now, lets just hope that the fairy boat will go -maximum- by tomorrow!!

Alas! the other day comes with even worse news! the fairy boat's engine is broken and it will take 3 days to be fixed!

"Mr. company! how about flights now?"
"Well, let me check..." ......... "Aaa.. Aaa!! no flights until Monday"

"Ok, fine.. Now what I am supposed to tell Hasan!?"

I don't dare talking to him now.. Not before we meet face to face so he can punch me well.. :(

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Actually, I should be happy with my stay here!! I mean, I'm staying in a 5 stars resort.. On All Inclusive basis.. And special treatment ;-) but.. I'm only feeling like.. In prison here..

Thinking of pushing the heavy weights away of my chest.. Thought of trying the beach.. I was there 2 hours before sunset, opened my book -war or the worlds- and read for 1 hour almost then thought of getting wet.... And oh my god! its only coral reefs and rocks in the bottom.. Ok! there must be sand somewhere, so I walked carefully looking for some sand to walk on.. And then I felt it in my left foot, ouch! I didn't care as I didn't figure its a wound.. Continued walking until I reached the other side of the beach.. And then, I find out that I'm wounded and bleeding a lot..! I bandaged my foot and walked out, absolutely not surprised or.. Having any new feeling.. I already have enough.. Its a big big wound in my feet..!

In the evening, I shared some of these deppression with my Corrina.. We were sitting in the bar, she was having her white wine, and I'm having non-alcoholic cocktails.. Then, we went to attend some evening comedy show.. Then, back to the bar.. I had 6 glasses of beer -I still don't know why I did- anyway, I was Ok..

I wanan go back.. :( I'M MORE THAN FED UP!

Tuesday, July 15, 2008

Hahaha.. FAIL!!!

Category: Blogging

First of all, this might not sound funny for some 'foreigners' as these situations are rooted in the hilarious culture of a typical Egyptian life :)

The following three situations happened in 'Micro-bus' which is the common way of transportation.. Which normally, is a small bus, with a very special kind of Egyptian driver (either ignorant, pot-head, impolite, or just a funny man), and his 'Tabbaa'' which is like.. A cashier who inserts his two legs into yours if you had to sit in the first seat on the right side, collecting the fare from the passengers, helping the driver to keep the bus full for all the time with passengers, and sometimes to support the driver in fights with other drivers or with passengers!

Situation one: This is frequently repeating, that while you watch the driver working his eyes with every possible kind of female walking in streets, well.. Most of the Egyptians who come to Hurghada, they stay under the influence of been sent to an open world and all of sudden! seeing all those blond beautiful girls, or brunettes, showing their beautiful straight bellies, with a belly button mostly or tattoo, hot shorts, or a transparent white pants that shows good details like colors or batterns, etc.. So, they spend at least two months before they get used to it.. But now, you find those drivers (actually.. Most of Egyptians here) following the girls of their own same nationality with an animal curiosity!!!!! I had a feeling that this must be leading to big troubles! till it really happened! lOl this driver was running down the road which ends with this traffic light.. So he was slowing down as he was getting closer to the red light.. Meanwhile, he started looking at this booty, pinky top, long boots wearing, tight jeans that almost blocks her moves Egyptian girl! He looked, and started turning his head, degree after degree, till he twisted his neck back ward like an owl looking at her.. And ACCIDEEEEEEEEEEEEEEENT!!

FAIL!

Situation Two: With a Micro-bus you officially have 'Stations' where you can get off a bus at.. So, I was in this Micro-bus, and had on my way three stations to cross, one is called 'Stop-Shop' then 'Super-Jet' and '6th of October' so, this Tabbaa was like asking the passengers if any one will go for the following station.. So he asks, "Anybody will go for the Super Get station?" I started correcting his spelling! I only replied "Super JJJJJJet" then I hear him saying "Yes Driver! One is going for the Super Get" ... It was late already to clarify the idea! I had to go for this station, and continue to my station on feet!

FAIL!

Situation Three: In a micro-bus every passenger is fetching his amusement in either looking out of a window, a kind of look that absolutely has no meaning! specially to people in private cars! or can chat in their phones, or observing people chatting in their calls listening carefully to them, maybe they will give their opinion or comments also, or to sleep, or to show up (if there is a girl sitting near by)!! So, once the man sitting next to me, he called his wife, and started the sweet tone and honey words to her, Habibty, Amar, Gameel, Rouhy, Hayaty, Ya Alby.. As he finished the call, he took the phone away off his ear and his thump is finding its way to the (hang up button) which was right down of the (Loud speaker button) and.. His thump betrayed him, he pushed the loud speaker button, for us to hear the last words "Oh honey, please get me Always sanitary towels!"

FAIL!

Monday, June 16, 2008


Things I hate about Egyptians..

My people.. I'm so sorry to talk this about you.. Before I mention the stuff I hate about you, I have to say that I love you for much more reasons.. I'm only writing this, hoping that it will reach every Egyptian living across the whole country from Sinai to Matrouh and from Alexandria to Aswan.. And hopefully, it gonna be effective that we really would 'change'..

I'm going to talk about one essential problem.. Since I was brought up in a small city, and my father was well known, thanks God for his good and clean reputation before his important position.. When I was a kid I only had this feeling that I want to avoid using the name of my father to get a special treatment, or skip some kinds of hard situations.. Couldn't distinguish yet why I'm so.. But only didn't like it, and almost never did.. And also watched other people of my age or older using their relatives names to get some supremacy or priority above others.. I didn't like that, because I only felt that it either decreases my chance to get something or have it in a shorter time..

As I grew up, and this kind of treatment you can give to a small kid has changed, normally, to the treatment you give to an adult.. And still I'm stuck to my same old principle.. But also as I grown up, I knew how to distinguish this feeling.. I found out and knew stuff about my self.. Like being a very patient one, and that I like directness and frankness very much, and humble..

And now, I'm working, and almost everyday I'm going through a situation that puts in my mind some thoughts that links these situations with this old feeling.. Now I got a good job, and its a respected one.. But now I'm wondering, why we Egyptians won't take "respect" as a common and general behavior before we find the reason to respect in someone's position, or connections ?!
While doing my job, I have to move in places where those people are working as well.. In any kind of normal first contact happens between us, he or she would approach me starting yelling or talking in that funky or 'cool' way, like he means "yea, I'm the best, what the hell you think your self are?" because, I'm obviously looking like 'humble' but in their eyes I look like a weak gazelle or something?! ... They start their attack.. And then I relay on my own name.. Not to skip the situation this time, its just the reply to their inquiry.. Then suddenly the gloomy or sarcastic face starts to relax on a wide smile, or I might even get a small bow, and lots of sorrow terms and praising words.

Many Egyptians are, unfortunately, not building their common way contacing each other on "respect" they only respect someone who has a higher authority over them.. Sadly I'm confessing this now.. Its painful to move and live with your people when you know this about them, I'm always asking my self how can I trust them this way? How can I accept their smile and belive its not fake?!