...in the back of a cab! For those of you who don't live in NYC, this is pretty hard to pull off. The strategy usually consists of three people hailing a cab while a fourth person hangs back from the group. After the cab has pulled over, the group of three distract the driver while the fourth ducks down, and climbs in the back ninja style!
We got out of the cab on 3rd St and got ready to perform another difficult photo stunt...
See? It was so unbelievable. This photo looks totally staged with her little paw draped over my shoulder, but this was how she wanted to ride right from the get-go. It was about this time that we realized we'd gotten a weirdo.
As soon as we got her into the warmth of a cab, she stopped with all the strange mewling noises she was making and immediately settled down. We were trying to hold her on our laps, but she kept climbing up and wedging her self between our backs and the seat. It seemed like she really wanted to sit perched up on our shoulders.
She arrived wrapped in a blanket inside a tiny crate. We took her out and she was cold, shivering and making adorable "mewling" noises. We took her out of the crate and she was delighted to be with us immediately. We couldn't get over how cute she was.
Here's me saying goodbye to Ahmed after we got back to my hotel around 4pm! This guy was the best! Despite only knowing a few words in each others' language, we managed to talk all day for an eight-hour road trip. Thanks again for driving, Ahmed!
Bad ass. Ahmed and I had spent the hour-drive down doing our best to get to know each other. Despite the language barrier, we'd managed pretty well and I learned that despite having spent his entire life in Cairo, he'd never been to any of the sites we were visiting. It was cool to drive down the road with him and hear him having the same awed reaction as me.
This is the back of Djoser's Step Pyramid. It's from 2630 BCE (4,640 years ago!!!) and is considered one of the oldest stone monuments in human history.
Saqqara is a huge burial complex for the Old Kingdom of Egypt. We pulled off the lush green local roads and suddenly we were in the middle of a desert and there were two pyramids (well, one step pyramid and a pile of rubble!) rising out of the desert.
BTW, the pile of rubble is the remains of Userkaf's Pyramid! Guess that'll teach him to skimp on pyramid building supplies!
After finishing my breakfast, I grabbed my backpack and hit the streets of Cairo to try to find a driver! After a few failed attempts with drivers who spoke absolutely NO English, I finally met a driver who was willing to hear me out. Not that he spoke a single word of English either, he simply possessed enough patience to sit with me on the side of the road while I tried to communicate with a combination of phrases listed in the back of my guidebook and clumsy hand gestures.
After getting the gist that I wanted to hire him for the day, he told me that "We see friend with English." I agreed and he drove me to a hotel to visit a friend of his working as a security guard. His friend spoke great English and asked me where I wanted to go and how much I wanted to pay. I named the three cities and told him that I was offereing 200 EP (~$38 USD). He told me "Ahhhh! That is a very good and fair price!" He translated what I had just said for Ahmed, the driver, who happily agreed. After sitting in Cairo's morning traffic for close to an hour, we hit the highway and were on our way!
On the loooong ass flight over I'd had plenty of time to read up good places to stay in Cairo and had decided to head to an area called Shariff Adly where there were lots of places to choose from. After clearing customs uneventfully, I got into a cab and got a nerve-wracking two minutes of blank stares as I tried every possible pronunciation of "Shariff Adly" before finally stumbling upon "SHAR adley." And the dude laughed and was like "Oh, sure. No problem 80 EP" (80 Egyptian Pounds like $15 USD).
As we pulled away from the airport, the cabbie asked me where I was from. He told me he liked New York, but not George Bush. I agreed. He told me he liked American music and turned the radio on. Right as he flipped it on, the song that goes "Caught between the moon and New York Ci-it-it-taaaay...the best that you can do" was on and we both had a laugh.
Sitting in mid-day afternoon Egyptian traffic after almost 20 hours of travel = feeling like this.
After getting dropped off, I wandered around and checked out a few hotels and hostels before deciding on a room at the Carlton Hotel on 26th of July Street (just a few blocks away from the Nile River!).
The only other thing of note that happened was Meredith and I took a cab back from somewhere and our cab driver's name was Diallo Amadou! (Any chance any Fulbe people read this? Is that a really common name or is this pretty rare?)
...meaningful-video-game-release-date! In this case, ladies and gentleman, the game in question was ROCKBAND! My brother and I are huge Guitar Hero fans and we'd been waiting on it for months!
Here's where we left off! Meredith in a cab smiling about picking up our two pet rats that Mandy was nice enough to look after for us while we took a month-long trip to the United Arab Emirates and then Thailand!
We spent Saturday afternoon getting settled back into our apartment. Meredith was jet-lagged and called it a night...
We dropped off our bags and immediately went uptown to Mandy's apartment to pick up our two rat ladies that she was nice enough to take care of in our absence. (Thanks again, Mandy!)
We didn't have any luggage checked, so as soon as we got off the plane, we hailed a taxi and asked to be taken right to Khao San Road - which is pretty much the jumping off point for all backpackers looking for cheap accommodations.
My train ride back home was uneventful. But I decided to catch a cab from Penn Station cross-town and my drivers name was Harriram Supersad! Awwww! Cheer up buddy!
Then I made sure I could use my new camera to take pictures of myself where you can't really tell that I'm the one holding the camera. (Which is important when you travel by yourself!)
On Saturday afternoon, Meredith and I met up with Vinay (seen here holding a disposable camera that I found that was from back when he and I were in college!)...
The girls dropped me off first before heading up to their hotel. Thanks for such a fun night, ladies. And Michelle, I hope to see you again before another twelve years sneak by!
Later Sunday night, me, Meredith, John, Ellen and Leigh all shared a cab to go Smith's night. In order to sneak all five of us into the same cab, Leigh had to lay down on everybody's lap and hide from the driver. Here's the sneaky "Look! Four people in the backseat!" photo I took from the front seat. Hahah.
I ended up meeting up with Mikie (who used to live in Japan but has since moved to NYC) and we all left the party to go dancing at MisShapes. Mikie ended up bringing some douchetard along with her from the party who refused to take off his blue-tinted aviator glasses.
Ok, this sounds made up, but I swear it's the truth: In South Korea, building numbers and street addresses are not sequentially ordered! Normally, you can guess where a building is in relation to other buildings based on the number - but in Seoul, the building next to "2 Main Street" (not that there is a Main Street) might be "2356 Main Street" and the one next to that might be "400." (I swear to I'm not making this up!)
In this pic our cabdriver is setting up a speakerphone so that the cab dispatcher can tell him, turn by turn, how to get us back to our hostel! Totaly insanity!
Sarah had flown in earlier, so I hung around the airport waiting for Josh's flight to come in and then we took a cab into town together to meet up with....*drumroll*
So fresh and so clean! After Sarah and Josh had recovered from the trauma my nizzuts had inflicted, we hopped into a cab and headed over to Stubb's for...
After a few (piss-poor) hours of sleep, I hopped in a cab and headed for the airport. Instead of going back to SF, I was heading to NYC for a few business meetings, my friend Bev's wedding and finally, Thanksgiving with the fam in NJ before heading back to SF.
Since we were all pretty much recovering from my going away party earlier in the week (and also since I'd used "Hey, I'm moving" as an excuse to party pretty much every single night for the past five weeks) we decided to play it low-key and have a mellow last night at Misshapes. Here's Fatty, Amy and I on the cab ride over.
A week earlier Leigh had asked me if I'd be one of the DJs at her party. I was like "Uh, I don't know how to DJ, remember?" She was all "You don't have to beat-match and shit. Just bring a bunch of songs that you think will get people dancing. I'll take you over early and show you how to use the decks. It'll take twenty minutes." True to her word, she picked me up in a cab a few hours before her party was set to start, took me over to Luke and Leroy's (Here's the bday girl pulling a face)...
Because of the delay, I totally ended up missing Many's show, but I called her when I got into town and I ended up catching her just as she and her bandmates were hopping in a cab to go to some private afterhours party outside of town that Joan Jett was rumored to be playing at. When Mandy graciously extended an offer to join them, I ran my tiny ass down the street and hopped in their cab. Here's our rock and roll driver - I actually managed to catch him in the act of cranking the volume dial so we could all better enjoy the Van Halen song that had just come on the radio.
We had to get two taxis for the ride back to Charlene's. Dani and I snuck away from the group and hopped in our own cab. Grant spent the entire 20 minute cab ride leaning out his cab's window (that was behind our cab) trying to capture pics of Dani and I making out.
On the train we voted against bringing our luggage to the concert for fear that there'd be no place to put it (As much as we wanted to catch the ACDC concert in it's entirety, the thought all of our luggage getting lost in the fray was too much of a risk, even for us). So we hopped a quick cab back to Charlene's flat (that's fancy British talk for "apartment") to drop off our bags.
The next night, a whole bunch of us headed over to Sin Sin for the Happy Birthday / Goodbye Forever Party Spectacular. Here's me and my co-worker Zara in the cab on the way over.
Momentarily safe whilst stopped at a traffic light, Grant captured this picture of me reflecting upon the "nugget of fear" I'd just involuntarily deposited in my shorts.
First off, I'd like to record in this diary that due to our certifiably-insane driver on the cab ride over, we almost didn't make it to the party alive. Here's Grant holding on for dear life as the driver executes one of his many fast-corner, tire-chirping turns.
Grant had just broken up with his girlfriend Erica (for the 8th time, but really, who's counting, right?) and wanted to stay home and mope. Instead, Vin and I managed to convince him to go to our friend Kusum's rollerdisco brithday party at the Roxy. After a little bit of Vin-nuzzlin' failed to cheer him up...
After Iggy's, Bev and Matt left and Emily and I popped into Pianos, but it was pretty gay so we left. (But not before some hipster kid put his "mesh hat" down on the bar and when he turned around, we swiped it and ran out the door.) We immediately took turns trying it on seeing who...
Hailing a cab back to Manhattan. A couple weeks later someone I know got permanently disfigured when an elderly woman ran a stop sign and t-boned him riding his motorcycle...and I never bothered to reschedule my test.