The evil streak in third world cuisine lay in ambush as I dined recklessly on Cairo's selection of shawermas, mixed grills, and yes, buffalo meat (although it could just as easily have been camel). I was shown no mercy, but it in no way affected my experience of awesome sights and sounds this wonderful land has to offer.
After nine days of continental rest and relaxation in Italy and Greece, I braced for the worst (this is Africa, after all) as the dusty Egyptian horizon came into view. Paths have been made straight before me. The entry visa was cheap and easy, the Egyptians have been accommodating to a sterling degree, and the gravity of being inside the Great Pyramid was an experience I'll be talking about in a rocking chair on a porch someday.
I am in Dahab, Sinai Peninsula's east coast, the Red Sea, a scuba diving Mecca. Day one of my advanced open water certification is complete, and I can't wait for tomorrow.
Salaam.
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