What will Egypt´s next tourism slogan be we wonder...

Egypt. Arabia´s Ashtray.

Egypt. Come for the food, stay for the cholera.

Egypt. Give you 3 Camels in exchange for your blonde wife. No? Ok, 5.

You must forgive our cycnicism regarding our travels in Egypt but whilst it was yet another amzing experience to chalk up, it was definitely no Dubai. Our first experience was the ride from the airport to our hostel. We didn´t get to take in much of the city as we were too busy trying not to s*** our pants, thanks to our crazy driver. Whilst our sphincters were doing the 50 cent piece/5 cent piece shuffle, our driver was doing his best to drive as fast and as close as possible to other vehicles. We arrived at the hostel in one piece and got into a lift that actually predates the pyramids. Some serious screaching and grinding, exposed live wires and some obvious building code violations raised our eyebrows and our heartrates. After reaching the 5th floor, we had cheated death for the second time that night! Needless to say, the buns and thighs got some awesome workouts over the next few days following a boycott of said lift.

The next day, we had booked a day tour of Cairo which started at the Egyptian Museum, followed by the Perfume Shop, the Paper Shop, the Cotton Shop... you get the picture. Eventually on to the Pyramids of Giza and one of the highlights of the trip was crawling through the tombs inside the Great Pyramid.

The pictures can explain better than this blog. It was definitely worth the trip, but after inhaling some serious s*** in this place, our lungs look like Keith Richards´ last chest X-Ray. We bid farewell to the Arabic leg of our journey with mixed feelings and emotions: joy, terror, amazement, shortness of breath and a slight attraction to hooved animals (See Jordan).

Off to Spain, last one there is an unclean infidel!