A tale from Egypt.


I fought my way into going, and just as things started to work out they fell apart, so I had to fight my way into not going. Eventually, I accepted that Egypt is gonna happen, only not as it was planned but as a total “I don’t know what’s gonna happen next” experience. –“When everything goes wrong – that’s when adventure starts.”

This adventure started by meeting someone new, even before I leave Morocco: My flight companion -though we were seated 19 rows far from one another-. This guy ended up making the trip 10 times better than what it would’ve been without him. Plus he’s a total gentle man. So thank you Badr.
I’m a person who enjoys meeting new people, and always hope they don’t turnout to be jerks. This time around, I wasn’t deceived at all, not even the slightest.

How many of us have bucket lists? But how many of us actually work on making those items on the list happen? I have a bucket list. I made it because writing things down is a way of committing myself to them. It’s like a constant written reminder of what I aspire to do/become. I had typed “Pyramids” into my bucket list, so then why when the opportunity to go see them presented itself, I was about to miss it? Because the timing wasn’t right, because money was an issue, because I can do it later. But there always gonna be issues, and if I really want to do it then all I have is “The now”.
So I’m telling you -and myself- to carefully go through your bucket list and decide whether the things listed there are objectives you actually want to achieve, or just a bunch of words you jotted down just because it would be cool to.

The Pyramids are so magnificent. They are older than most buildings on Earth today -bigger too-. They carry the glory and majesty of The Pharaohs. And I can’t even imagine the stories every one of the million blocks holds untaled.
So, the Pyramids day was probably the best of the trip. I didn’t only get to mentally ‘-joyfully- ✔️ the Pyramids off my bucket list, but I also spent the whole day trying new things, and I’m rarely ever happier then when I’m doing that.

When I was preparing to travel, friends and family here asked me in surprise “but why Egypt?!”. Even there, when Egyptian people I met would find out that the only place I’ve been to before is the US, they’d ask me “USA and then Egypt? Really? Why such a big transition?” and I wouldn’t understand the astonishment. Egypt is worth visiting. It has a deep sense of civilization and history. Although I wouldn’t choose to live in Cairo, just because it’s crowded and the chaos drives me mad, but the culture there is so strong and always omnipresent. I got to enjoy a couple of shows there. And you’d literally have a hard time picking up how to spend the evening. Different plays are happening around every corner, at a really affordable price.
Also, The ancient part of Egypt is beautiful. I took hundreds of pictures and endless hours touring its old streets but still it wasn’t enough, it’s beautiful I’m telling you.

Embarking on this trip wasn’t easy, as people who comment “you’re lucky” like to think. Things went wrong along the way -they weren’t smooth is the euphemism I like to use-, I got broke at the end of the way, but Egypt still happened. It is an experience I lived, people I met, stories I can tell, places I’ve visited and feelings I’ve felt. All because I chose to, not because it was easy.

Note: Dear friends around the world, if I ever come to visit, please don’t pressure me into an already setup plan of how I should spend my stay there. I would truly appreciate the suggestions, but I’d appreciate it more if you let me roam my own way. Like, if I’m more inclined toward spending a day in a calm simple village where nothing happens rather than going to a renowned touristic venue, then please let me. They are two different stories, and I would like to choose which one to tell.

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