The Flight from America

Cairo is awesome. The airport is beautiful, the people drive like maniacs, and the language is impossible to understand. Fantastic.

Seriously though, people don't know how to drive. No body stays in any one lane - they constantly take up two or use the sidewalk or median as they please. There seems to be no speed limit anywhere. The cops on the sides of the road just look on to make sure no body catches fire. It seems that children are allowed to hang off of buses and motorcycles like any of us could. You are not driving economy class unless every square inch of your vehicle is filled with people mass. There are no traffic signs accept the triangle with the exclamation point. I don't understand how people know where they are going or what road they are on. Ever.

Backing up though, I had no idea business class was such a nice way to fly. OMG! Everything that happened was a surprise. The wine, the blankets, the movies, the chair, the mood lighting, everything. Just simply pleasant.

I was able to watch Easy A (just as enjoyable as I suspected), Despicable Me (though it had its funny parts, not great but alright), and The American with George Clooney (awful terrible movie).

I read some of a book Brendan lent me last year. It is entitled The Diamond Age. It is a sci-fi novel about nano science plus a bunch of other things. It really sort of bothers me how he will explain some minor new age science technology they have in the future for a few pages, but will then limit all character interaction to a paragraph. I see this book as more of a "I am going to put everything cool I can think of into a novel and tie it to some random story line." When explaining the Matter Compiler, you only need to explain to me once that it manifests anything you want, limited to its size and power. Just once. You also need to explain the piece of paper that takes audible commands to display anything you want just once. I have heard of the internet buddy...

I cannot sleep on a plane to save my life. Seriously. Nearly half a day on a plane, and 22 hours traveling, and I got maybe a half an hour of nap time. Weak.

Sharing a room with three other guys. It is a sizable room, mirrored on itself. We are right across the hall from the bathroom, which I must say, has some of the best showers I have ever used ever. It is like... a frisbee sized disc of the decently most powerful shower heads you have ever used. The water can get to magma boiling hot. The curtains work. There are hooks in there.

They made these bathrooms right.

My room has a maid service and sheet service. They clean the sheets every two weeks, and the room nearly the same amount. The only caveat is that someone has to be here when they do. Which blows, cause I don't want to be in this room any more than I have to.

It's like 9 AM back home, but 5 in the afternoon here. Remember that.

I would post some photos, but I am throwing those all up on Facebook.