Hospital Stays - thankfully no pictures.

Made a trip to the emergency room that resulted in an overnight stay to fully determine what the problem was.  Turned out that a hysterectomy was necessary to remove several tumors and so would be scheduled for the following week as my doctor tried to work around my schedule of moving our office.  Returned the following week, had the surgery, will need 3 months for total recovery.  Sucked, but hopefully I will be better in the long run.

I said no pictures, but Mister did snap one of me in bed recuperating with a treat from Mom Hayter.  Cassie came over and helped me finish this one evening.  It was so good and much appreciated.

Chaperone Moment

Our granddaughter, Bekah, had the opportunity to fly to Rapid City, SD for a week with her girlfriend but had to change planes in Houston, so I flew along with her from Dallas to Houston and got her on her plane and then flew back home while she continued on to her destination.  It was a fun morning together and I enjoyed her "western" attire.  She sure has picked up the "y'all" from down here.

Independence Day 2012

Have I mentioned how much I LOVE fireworks???  We spent the day with Scott and Cass and went to the firework display at fair park via the DART rail.  It was a perfect evening as we sat on the grass and enjoyed the atmosphere.  Since we still had our grandson, Jonathon staying with us, the funny moment was when he went for a walk with his aunt and she lost him.

We watched the moon rising during the display and Mister snapped this one picture that shows it right in with the fireworks.  Love it.

Day 15 - Frankfurt to Houston to Dallas

We are up early, check out of our room, and walk to the airport to get our passes for the flight.  Yay, Germany gives stand-by boarding passes and we go through security and up to the gate.  The flight to Washington Dulles is way overbooked and we do not even come close to getting on.  The gate agent is awesome though and start to put us on the next flight. As she does this, she says it looks like there is a mechanical issue and the flight won't be taking off, so we are put on the flight after that. But getting on any flight might now be a big problem since they have to find seats for the 300+ people that are on the cancelled flight.

While at the counter, we meet a lady named Emma, a flight attendant with Lufthansa who is trying to get back to Dulles with her granddaughter. She is playing the same game we are, but she has higher status. We find out the Chicago flight may have space, so the agents give all of us stand-by passes and we head that way.  I know that there is a Newark flight too, so we stop at that gate first. I am told that it is overbooked and the chances look bad, but to stay and see.  They close the flight and when I go up to ask, I am told it didn't go out full..  I ask why they didn't say anything and a different gate agent says that I should have checked in -- I tell her I did and the other agent says I did, but it's too late -- nothing we can do now. Grrrrrr.

Off to the Chicago gate we go and meet up with Emma again.  We visit for awhile and she is able to get on the flight on the last two seats.  The gate agents help me again and give us stand-by passes for a Houston flight.  It is really our last chance for today and so my fingers and toes are crossed.  I am shocked and surprised when they call our name and we board the flight - asking a gentleman next to me to switch seats with Mister so we can sit together.  It is an 11 hour flight, ugh.  We watch many movies and sleep when we can and land in Houston.  I call Matt while in the customs line and ask him to rebook us from Houston to home as our original booking is messed up.  We clear customs and head to the gate for DFW to watch and wait.  Yay --- we make the flight and 1 hour later are in Dallas.

Scott and Cass pick us up and haul our tired backsides home.

Wow. It was an amazing trip. Egypt is something to be experienced.  I was not prepared for all the garbage and dirt everywhere. The history there is phenomenal -- cannot be topped.  There is hope in the people that the election will change all that -- I am not sure.  We heard that Mohammed Morsi won the election.  I fear that this will not be good for the country, but time will tell.  I do not feel that it will be a good place to visit for a few years so am thankful that we went when we did.  It is good to be home again -- visits to 3rd world countries teach you a great deal about what we have.  Highlight of the trip:  Mister seeing the Pyramids out the window of our room.  Moment cannot be topped.  Favorite city:  Alexandria without a doubt.  Favorite hotel:  Philae in Aswan as Hanan was incredible.  We are glad we went --- have memories that will last forever -- and a hope for the Egyptian people that things will get better for them.

Day 14 - Cairo to Frankfurt

We arrive at the main Cairo train station around 12:30 a.m. and we grab a cab to get to the airport for our Frankfurt flight.  Our driver is amazing and makes incredible time dropping us off with plenty of time to spare.  We look for the Lufthansa ticket counter so that we can change our tickets since we are leaving earlier than planned.  We are directed to an office that does not open until 6 a.m. and since the flight we want is at 4 -- well that won't work.  We must look lost because a worker asks what we need and informs us that we need to go through security and the ticket counter is on the other side.  He helps us get up to security and then wants money for his help -- ah, yes, Cairo.

We go to the counter and I am able to get the booking switched but we need to wait to see if there are seats.  The staff tries really hard to get us on the plane, they even consider putting us in the jumpseats, but the pilot says no because the plane is already overweight.  So, it's 4 a.m. and we are stuck until the next flight in 12 hours. We can try to find a hotel or hang out here. Both of us are tired, and after trying to get real information from the hotel and cab hawkers in the airport (no internet until the business office opens in the morning) we give up and just stay put at the airport, taking turns napping.
 
After a few hours, I go to the business office to get internet access and reserve our Washington DC to Houston tickets.  Mission accomplished and I head back to find Mister. We go upstairs to a small cafe to sit on the soft sofa, watch the news, and relax for awhile.
 

The Cairo airport is new, but sparse and they have placed the few restaurants in the strangest places requiring separate staircases to get to them.  I settle in to relax and Mister starts working on notes for this blog.  I go down to the Lufthansa office and get us booked onto the flight and go back up to get Mister -- it is time to go to the ticket counter again.  Back through security and we get our boarding passes and head for the gate.

We have awhile to wait still and are amazed that once we were able to enter the gate area, there were shops and restaurants all over the place.  Dang, sure wish we could have waited the 12 hours in here instead.

Once we get to the gate area, it takes awhile before they let us into the gate, after going through another security check, the United one. Everyone is watching the news waiting for the announcement of the new president.

It was scheduled for Friday, but had been put off until today, since it is Monday and the crowds will be less.  At one point, we look up and laugh as the flight attendants from the plane are waving through a secure door to get the attention of the gate agents so they can get the plane loaded.  The plane is the same as the trip down -- 4 1/2 hours - no entertainment whatsoever.  We both sleep quite a bit and arrive in Frankfurt late evening.  Since we missed the first flight from Cairo, the next flight leaving Germany is not until the next day.  I don't really feel well and so after searching around the airport, Mister finds a hotel right on location and we walk over and check in.

The room is at the Hilton and it is so very nice -- ah for the love of a good bed and nice duvet.  I go directly to the shower and bed, while Mister goes back downstairs for some dinner and a German beer, and watches a EuroCup game.  I go sound asleep and never hear him return.

Day 13 - Alexandria

We sleep in and then plan our return trip.  I am done and ready to go home after two weeks and really would like to end the trip here in Alex (what the locals lovingly call the city) instead of back to Cairo and the noise and dirt and baksheesh.  We go down to breakfast and run into a group of six female students  They are very quiet and I joke about it with them . They say they are language students from Cairo that are just up here for the weekend.  The breakfast is bread, hard boiled eggs, meats, cheese, etc... and soon the girls leave for their day at the beach after discovering that they would need to wear a t-shirt over their suits.

We head back to the room, and I book the flights online with United as Mister goes to the train station to get new tickets. Buying the new tickets is simple, but Mister wants to see if he can return the tickets we had purchased yesterday. He goes to the counter to try and explain, and the man says to come back in 5 minutes. Mister walks around and returns to the man who shakes his head no and waves him away. He wants 5 more minutes and goes back to find a new man at the counter. This man calls behind him and the original guy comes out and hands him the money for the tickets. A successful trip.  We pack up the room, leave our bags in a storage room at the hostel, and leave to wander for awhile.

We head back to the El Anfushi area for a late lunch/early dinner at Samakmak, another fresh fish restaurant.  Mister orders Calamari and I can't decide, so the server takes me outside to the fish cooler to pick out my fish.

We also order a salad and everything is so good -- living where the fish is fresh sure has it's advantages.  As we leave the restaurant, we see a dry dock for large boats and are invited in to see one of the boats.


They are happy to show us around and everyone smiles and shows what jobs they are doing. Mister gives them some money.  We walk back into town heading towards the Abu al-Abbas al-Mursi Mosque, which was built over the tomb of a 13th century holy man.

As we approach, the mosque is in a residential neighborhood, we see kids playing pool on tables all around the gates.

It seems odd right outside a mosque, but they are having a good time.  We walk around the exterior and come upon a herd of sheep right in the street and around the grounds of the mosque -- odd again.

We continue up the street and come across some very old carnival rides that have been set up as a little park for kids and they are hand operated.  The kids look like they are having a great time, but we are getting very strange looks --- pretty sure most tourists don't venture over to this area.

We are back on the Corniche soon and stop in at El Koubeze one last time for fresh juice - Banana for Mister and Strawberry for me.  We just sit and people watch for quite awhile before walking back towards the hostel.  We pass a few old guys playing backgammon on the street and visit with them for awhile -- they are thrilled to talk and we tease back and forth with them over who is going to win the game.

We say goodbye and head on our way again and as we turn a corner, we come across a shop that sells Egyptian rugs and I have wanted to get one so bad, but haven't wanted to cart it all over the country.  Now I only have to worry about airports and so go in to look.  Mister and I find one that we both like, but decide to pass as we are not sure it will qualify as a carry-on and certainly don't want to check it.  Perhaps we will order one from home and so I get the website from the store owner.

We go back to the hostel and sit and visit with Vicky, the manager, for awhile.  She is Greek and has her opinions on the country and the people and asks us about ours.  We agree on many things and she does answer a few of the questions we have been asking ourselves the past two weeks.  She is gracious and offers us a restroom to refresh in and change clothes along with some water to drink.  We head out and walk a few blocks before getting a taxi to the train station and when we arrive, Mister tries to give the driver 10LE and he says it is way too much and only takes 5LE - Alexandria, we will miss you.  The train is on time and we board for our 3 hour ride into Cairo.

Day 12 - Alexandria

We sleep in a little and then go downstairs for breakfast in the lobby area.  Mister has requested just croissants and jam and by golly, that is what we get -- 4 rolls each -- too funny.  The television is on and we watch it with amusement. An Egyptian soap opera comes on and we giggle during the rest of our breakfast as we watch it.  It is time to start walking and our first stop of the day is at the Greek Orthodox Church of Alexandria.

We walk up to the gates and ask permission to enter to take pictures of the exterior.  As we are doing so, another gentleman comes up and tells us that it is open and we are able to enter through the side door.  The church is beautiful inside and very well-maintained.  Around the corner is St. Catherines Roman Catholic Church and the gates are open so we go in and notice the grounds and that they are being worked on and kept nicely.

 

We enter the Church and notice the simplicity of it even though it is in need of repair.  Note to Pope:  Send money to St. Catherines.  From here, we head across town on foot and explore many small neighborhoods where we are definitely standing out. An old tram is still operating, but it looks slower than walking, and we have no idea how to tell which train to take.


More than once, Mister gets asked if he is a journalist.  People ask for their pictures to be taken again and are so friendly and warm in their sincere joy that we are there.  Our destination is the Catacombs of Kom al-Shoqofa, an ancient burial ground that was found quite by accident when a donkey fell through a chamber ceiling on a building construction site.  We think we're going the correct way, but the road is getting very narrow.

Locals in the tea shops and stores smile at us and point the way without us even asking. We can tell most tourists are shuttled here in their vans and tour buses.  It becomes quite comical to us.  No cameras in the catacombs, which is a shame because there are three levels of catacombs, all dug into the ground.around a center air/light shaft. At one time they were highly decorated as were all the tombs and temples.  We find that the images on the walls contain a mixture of Pharaonic and Greek details.  From the tombs, we walk down the street and grab a cab out to El Anfushi, a suburb of Alexandria, to visit Fort Qayt Bay - a citadel built on the site of Alexandria's Pharos Lighthouse. The lighthouse is one of the seven wonders of the ancient world, but the only thing that remains are the foundation stones used by the fort. 

The lower level looks out toward the Mediterranean Sea and the East Harbor and has the most wonderful cool breeze blowing through it.  I love it -- love the windows, the rooms, and the breeze.  From there, we go to the very top and look out over the sea where you can see miles and miles of coastline and serves as a place for couples to grab a few romantic moments.

The interior of the fort is dull and basic with the exception of a Mosque within the walls.  We start our journey back along the Corniche on the lookout for a restaurant that Mister read about and wants to try.  We spot Kadoura and head in for lunch. We are escorted to the fish display where you select which one you want to eat.


 Mister orders sea bass for both of us. We are sent upstairs with a wooden number to put on our table. The server brings a nice salad, soda, water, and, of course, the required bread that comes in abundance at each meal

It is all delicious and we are ready to start out again.  As we walk along the Corniche, I spot people lowering baskets from several floors up in the buildings and a person on the ground places something in them and then they are raised back up.  Is it the mail?  I am not sure.  Also, you have to watch where you  walk or you will have water from laundry hanging on lines way above you drip all over your head.  Across the road, on the shore side, the beaches are packed and it is a festive atmosphere with umbrellas and cotton candy vendors everywhere.  About two blocks from Kadoura, we come across a place called El Koubeze, a juice stand, that looks wonderful.

The place is packed, with people stopping their cars in the street and servers running out to take their orders. Mister has coconut and I order a combo of mango and peach. We sit outside and enjoy them.

  As we are drinking, we notice another drink being served and determine to come back later and get one.  It is funny to me that in this country of such abundance of fresh fruit, that it is rarely served for our meals either in the hostels or restaurants, but you find lots of fruit juices stands. We return to the hotel to cool off and rest for awhile before making a trip to the train station to buy the day after tomorrow's train tickets back to Cairo.  We walk the Corniche again after dark and soak up the romance and atmosphere and relative quiet that we did not find in other places in Egypt.  We stop back in at El Koubeze to have the Fruit "Salat", fresh fruit juice with chunks of fruit overfilling the glass.

Oh my, how good is this.  So yummy.  Then it is back to the hostel for a good night's sleep.