Cairo is Crazy

The title says it all. Cairo is most definitely a crazy, crazy place. Our first full day in Cairo and the plan was to get Warwick registered at the conference and then head towards the Egyptian Museum. We passed up the numerous requests while leaving the hotel to take a taxi and in hindsight that might not have been such a good idea.

While everything appears to be in easy walking distance, this city is not designed for walking. There are no traffic lights and no pedestrian crossings and I’m not exaggerating, you basically take your life into your own hands trying to cross 3-4 lanes of traffic going each way. There are Tourist Police sitting at the side on the road who will occasionally get up from their seat to help you but only after you have been standing there for some time and even then don’t expect it. You are also constantly harassed by every taxi that goes past and there are lots of them.

Our plans to visit the museum were delayed when we met a nice older Egyptian man on the street who helped with directions and informed us that the museum wasn’t open for another hour. I should have realised at that point that something was up cause the guide book said it opened 2 hours earlier. But he was a fellow scientist specialising in botany and would be attending a conference in Sydney in 2 months time. He suggested we spend the hour in one of the nicer parts of town and volunteered to show us where....leading us straight to his papyrus shop. Looking back we were both impressed by how smooth he was getting us into his shop, offering us mint tea and a free piece of papyrus with an Egyptian painting on it. Then he indicated we would need to pay 400 EGP (80 AUD) for a second piece of papyrus, which he had already written Warwicks name in hieroglyphics on. Yep it was at that point that we decided it was time to get the hell out of there.

The Egyptian Museum itself was interesting though it was more like a warehouse of Egyptian artefacts with very little information on what was being displayed or the history behind it. It is amazing though that you’re looking at things that are 3000-4000 years old. My favourite was the Amarna Room, which covered the time of the rebel pharaoh Akhenaten in the 14^th century BC. The art from this era was different from the past as it depicted people with elongated heads and protruding bellies.

Tomorrow we’re off to Giza to see the pyramids and the Sphinx, which if its anything like today, will be an interesting experience

Pics taken from outside the Egyptian Museum (no photos inside please!)

Images of the Middle East

Abu Dhabi (UAE) – By air it looks like a flat, desolate place and entirely covered with sand though it appears some plant life can exist

Abu Dhabi Airport – Striking on the inside with its curved walls covered with colourful tiles arranged into a geometric pattern. It can be disorientating for weary travellers who may feel as though they’ve walked into a cross between an upside down swimming pool and a Las Vegas Casino

Gulf of Aquaba – Israel to the North, Jordan to the North East, Saudi Arabia to the East, Egypt to the West and the Red Sea to the South

Mountainous interior of Egypt’s largely uninhabited Sinai Peninsula

The Nile with Cairo in the background (view from hotel room)

Will attempt to post more exciting photos tomorrow assuming Warwick wakes from his jet lag/economy class syndrome slumber

Everyone Loves Sticky Buns

Sticky buns (aka Caramel Rolls) are a fave in my family. I've even got my Grandma Dopey's family recipe, though its not much use to me here as you just can't get the right ingredients in Oz. But my mum created the Aussie version which are still yummy in my tummy good. So for this Mother's Day I decided to give thanks to my mum by recreating the sticky bun for Sunday brunch on the balcony

Creation of the cinnamon rolls (thanks bread machine) and placement into the sticky caramel (yes that is butter in the pan for all you cholesterol watching party poopers)

Before and after baking

And the result? Loved by all!

I'm a cricket convert....sort of

This year it will be 30 years that I've lived in Australia and I've never been to the cricket. In fact the only cricket I've watched is the snippets you catch while channel surfing on the TV. From what I've seen its a boring, long drawn out game with more action coming from the seagulls on the field than the players. So there was shock when I piped in and said I'd like to go along to a twenty 20 game at The G

The Melbourne Cricket Ground (MCG) also known as "The G" was beautifully groomed for the big match and there was a pretty good turn out of 60,000 hard core fans

For those of you not familiar with the game of cricket, the Twenty 20 version of the game has only recently emerged and makes the bold claim that cricket is no longer boring. Its shorter in duration than a standard game, forcing the players to get on with things. Plus the inclusion of 80's music between exciting bits and these thingies that shoot fire into the air after the exciting bits, kept those of us with short attention spans entertained

Real cricket fans

Overall it was a good night out and I'd probably go to a Twenty 20 match again, next year. I think I'm ready to progress from the Mexican Wave to the Beer Snake (google it), though I'd recommend staying away from the hot jam donuts

New Year, New Beginnings

2010: It was supposed to be a time of new beginnings, new year, new decade and new job to go to. That's what having unrealistic expectations will do to you.

#1 New Job - New job is in a new office with no internet, phones or MS office on new computers. Apart from that its great

#2 New job is much closer to home therefore can ride to work everyday - While riding home on New Job Day 3 a woman opens her car door on me resulting in me landing on the road. Fortunately the car travelling next to me was able to stop in time so as not to run over me. Unfortunately I am unable to get off the road partially due to shock, partially due to the pain in my left knee. Discover differences in the behaviour and motivation of the human species, for example woman in car unable to take me to the hospital as she has dinner plans, in contrast, innocent bystander helps me off the road, offers to take me to the hospital and suggests that this may be a police matter. Woman in car subsequently cancels dinner plans to take me to the hospital.

Brusing on my arm caused by accident with car. Much of my left hip, thigh and knee is covered in similar colours but there are some things that shouldn't be published on the internet

#3 Riding to work everyday means using the car less - Discover on the morning of New Job Day 5 that car has been side swiped by a removal van, damaging the drivers side door and panels and leaving the front of the car on the ground. On the positive side, the offender did leave a note with their contact details.

So its Sunday night, my bike is in the shop for repairs, my car is booked in to get fixed and I can now walk pretty well, though stairs are a challenge. But I wonder, what will next week bring?

Hoo Hoo Happy Birthday Bonnie

I picked up a great cupcake decorating book from the US and I've flicked through it several times wishing I had the time to give one of the designs a try. With Bonnie's birthday smack bang in the middle of the Christmas break there were no more excuses, so I picked the easiest one and gave it a go

Xmas 09

Christmas Eve
This year Christmas was at our place and we decided to try a traditional lunch with ham, turkey and all the fixings. Warwick's not bad cooking up some bacon so he was confident a glazed ham was in him. Plus a few weeks before I successfully pulled off a roast chicken for the first time so I knew I was ready to handle the big bird

Warwick applying the balsamic-honey glaze to the ham and the final product below. A pre-Christmas taste test confirmed it was good enough to eat

Dr Dopey preparing the turkey before applying a thick layer of herbed butter between the skin and breast meat

Christmas Day

The big day and the weather didn't end up being too bad after all. I was up at the crack of dawn to get the final touches to the turkey done and then its into the oven for about 3-4 hrs.

Warwick's parents, Liz and Wal, and my mum and John, enjoying a pre-lunch drink

The final result - turkey, stuffing and potatoes roasted with chorizo. Yum, yum, yum. Have to take a photo.....smile.....tip the platter slightly, thats good......whats that warm liquid running down my leg? Yes a waterfall of turkey and chorizo juices running down my dress, along my leg onto the floor. Never mind, pop the dress into the washing machine, it'll be as good as new, except that someone (me) forgot to check for tissues in the other clothes added to the wash. It wouldn't be Christmas if something didn't go wrong.