Enduring memory of Cairo
For some, it is the mystical Pyramids of Giza, or frolicking amongst the fish in the clear blue crystal waters of Sharm.
But this is mine... Descending into the bowels of the Metro in Ramsis in the middle of July in 48 C heat and having a dense wall of intense underarm stink hitting you upside the head.
Then, trying to get a ticket from the ticket window by reluctantly mounting a group of sweaty men surrounding it.
Once on the platform, negotiating thousands upon thousands of people all standing in small puddles of their own body water.
Trying to get on a fucking train. Failing several times.
Then, as the doors close in my face, tired looking people staring back at me open-mouthed, squashed up against each other with no space to breathe.
And, finally, one villager with intense eyes vomiting all over the door window from inside the train as it pulls away.
posted by stashhash @ Wednesday, May 10, 2006
3 Comments:
i have 2 enduring memories of london. 1 of them involves the underground n it's not so different from what u describe, save the temperature. anyhow... i always thought u should've done more frolicking with the fish n less with the natives.
my other enduring memory is getting busted by the cops taking a leak on a dustbin in a back street at 4 am! the fact that i was rolling a joint at the same time seemed to bother them less than my arabian piss soiling the rain-washed purity of um... soho!
"Then, trying to get a ticket from the ticket window by reluctantly mounting a group of sweaty men surrounding it."
Wow, that sounds hot. Are you sure it was reluctant?
ooooo bebe... oi guvnah stop your perving on my blog
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