Driving in Cairo

Ok, I admit it, I enjoy driving in cairo more than alex, the thought it self never crossed my mind, but here it is, I admit it.

My work is almost a 21 kilos from home, and somehow I enjoy driving it, parking isn’t as bad as I had expected, but u have to pay extra, and some how satisfied with the fuel consumption of the car.

This is my own personal point of view, on the other side, fellow drivers sees me as a menace. Don’t know is it my driving or the license plates I carry. One time a young lady in a black corolla shouted at me, think she was saying r u crazy, but her car window was up and couldn’t quite read her lips but the gestures she made indicated she was really furious.

Hope the honey moon isn’t over, as inshaa allah tom will experience driving when schools are officially in.

Nevertheless, for the chic in the black corolla, sorry, and for other drivers, come on we put up with your driving when u were in alex, it is my time to call in all the favors and u put up with my driving.
Malaki alex has a big benefit, whenever I take a wrong turn or drive slowly in search for an exit, I have my excuse.

Maadi

I like maadi, though hardly been to it before, but it has this familiar feeling with some places in alex, don’t know is it the greenery, street style or what.

The street I live in is somewhat quite, but narrow, parking isn’t a pain as it used to be in alex. I am in a walking distance from compume, radio shake, ragab sons and my all time favorite kotob khan.

I really want to walk around more and know the naiepgherhood, but Ramadan time is soooo short. Till now didn’t find a good mosque to pray in, but alas, ramada in almost over and yarab my vacation goes as planned.

more on why i hate cairo

I hate cairo, lots of memories, first day was the toughest, every step of the way seemed to have a certain memory.

 

She dropped me off here once

We met here for a minute

I bought her a little something from this store

We had lunch here, or dinner there

S joined in

Where I first told her I love you

Maadi only holds one memory, which is the last one, the most profound one of all.

a seen to be learned and reminded of

Child: I don’t want to pray all 20 rak3a

Dad: its ok, lets try and see how things work

Child: I want to go home early,

Dad: lets see, may be you enjoy it this time like last time.

An old man sitting on a chair looks at them and smile.

I say to myself, maybe he remembered when he was a child and wasted such an opportunity and how many opportunities are yet to come, sure not as much as before

Nawart masr

Finally I moved to cairo, the move that been delayed for ages chose to strike in the most inappropriate time, Ramadan ( and no it wasn’t my choice)

Never thought I would go to work driving @ 100km/hr

Pay this amount for parking

Having a fight with a taxi driver

Being asked for directions though clearly showing “ malaki alex”

NOT getting lost on my way to and from work

I would be dependent on elevators.

I will be always running out of time

Seems cairo drivers are allergic from alex drivers, whenever the traffic stops people start asking me to move, though it is a red light and all the cars in front of me stopped ( don’t know if Alexandrians are issued a helicopter accessory for cars, cause I wasn’t)