a (figurative) train wreck in Cairo
So this past week has been a wild ride. I'll take you back a bit to explain. I spent the last week in Cairo, the Egyptian city of pandemonium. I usually don't stay in cities for very long, but for whatever reason, this city captured my heart in a plethora of different ways that I have yet to be able to put my finger on. I stayed at a hostel in the center of downtown Cairo, where I met my ride or die , Nikki. I had bought my ticket to the Red Hot Chili Peppers concert at the Pyramids of Giza back in January. Although the concert was out of budget for me ($130), I felt it was compulsory to go (when the heck will the opportunity ever present itself again?!). The morning of the concert, I woke up and slowly ordered breakfast at my hostel. I sat next to a table full of other travelers staying in my dorm, but those of you who know me know that I need at least 30 minutes after my coffee to speak to anyone in the morning. I was compelled to speak wi...