As stated in my other post, I didn’t spend too long in Egypt. I also am pissed because when I went to the Egyptian museum my phone decided it couldn’t take any more pictures!! So I can’t share any from that amazing place and it pisses me off.

I felt isolated and depressed in Egypt, but I know I didn’t give it enough of a chance. As stated in my other blog, I had gone there to teach English but after two weeks decided to leave, for a myriad of reasons.

But I got to see the Pyramids, at night, during a laser show! Because I didn’t get to the Pyramids until night fall (somewhat the fault of Cairo traffic, somewhat the fault of my poor sleep schedule), the only way in at that time to see the pyramids was via donkey. As a passionate animal rights advocate I feel bad that I did this, but at that point I had decided to leave Egypt and I don’t think I was able to come back the next day, so it was pretty much my last chance.

Anyhow, it was a bit of a harrowing experience to say the least. The “guide” didn’t speak much English, and we took what I believe was several detours to get to the pyramids, through back roads and small enclaves of the village near the them, which are apparently quite dangerous.

But when I arrived finally and saw them in all of their magnificence, I was quite in awe. I’m upset I didn’t get to go up close, but I may go again someday!

Egypt reminded me in many ways of India, only a tad more developed. Everyday you would hear the minaret of the mosque(s). It was annoying, eerie, haunting, but also oddly calming. I didn’t visit any mosques, but in fact a Coptic church (one of my dear friends is an Egyptian Coptic) and walked through a village at night. And I didn’t really get harassed, and was wearing a dress! (Which I had heard happens a lot to women in Cairo).

Egypt was a bit hard to navigate as the only way to get around was to take uber, which it turns out is actually ILLEGAL so you can technically be pulled over by the police. This partially influenced my decision to LEAVE. Also, the uber drivers could never find where I was living at the time! This was quite frustrating. Also, a car bomb went off near my apartment one day and this was pretty scary.

My friend said that Egypt was probably not safe, but of course he didn’t say that until AFTER I came back. He wasn’t exactly supportive when I told him I was going to Egypt, and I had figured that he would be just the opposite considering we were friends and I was going to his home country. It definitely put a rift in our relationship, but I love him so I wasn’t ready to let him go, and I guess he wasn’t ready to let me go either, even though he said he was.

But that is a separate issue.

All in all, I’m sure Egypt would’ve been a great place to live if I had given it a chance. But who knows. Perhaps my reservations about the place were instinctual and I am better off not being there, at least now. I know in part that my poor mental health at the time influenced my decision. Ironically, moving to Egypt and the stress of it was the cause of my poor mental health!

I may be giving teaching abroad another go however. More on that later!


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