Cairo continued

I’ve switched to beer now so I will continue. Corbin and I wandered the island called Zamelik. The best way to describe Cairo so far is Mexico City on steroids. The housing is stacked to the heavens and there is no word to describe the traffic. We were almost hit by cars 3 times today. But it never happened. It never, ever happens. Collisions are non-existant. I don’t know how they do it. They fly through the streets with no lanes or markings and by pure magic nobody ever runs into anyone. The cab ride to this magnificent little hotel we are in was crazy. We saw a woman in a burkha sitting side-saddle on the back of a motorcycle with no helmet going about 70 miles an hour. Corbin was laughing like a banshee. The cabbie said “what funny?” I pointed at the lady and he said “no motorcycles in America?” Enough said.