Missives from Egypt Part 1

You can check out our first traunch of photos here:
http://toddbeckett.com/gallery/v/0901Honeymoon

Chapter 1: We’ll always have Paris.
Paris was frigin cold. We’re talking Ohio cold (Leah&Jubilee say colder, but they have been made soft by warm winters). This doesn’t seem to stop many Parisian shops from propping their doors opened which has one of two effects either the shop is so cold it is like shoping in a meat locker or they are blasting heat so hard that you get an opening the oven effect as you walk in, either way you are left with the question: Didn’t you people sign the Kioto protocol? (Oh I forgot till just now, France is almost entirely nuclear).
The food in Paris is a as good as they say, though I must admit my liver amost shut down after one meal with Fois Gras and Beef Burgenoun. Leah and Jubilee eat snails. The people also live up to reputation for hospitality and friendliness, namely none.
The Louvre is complete overwhelming, but one piece of advice if you make it there, is to definitely make it to the basement. The historic archeological side of the building itself is pretty impressive.
Cairo is huge, 20 million people make it the 3rd largest city on the planet. Not only that but the people are packed in tighter than anywhere else in the world, it has the highest population density as well. If that doesn’t give an idea of what the city looks like, try poured cement block buildings stacked like cordwood with no descernable pattern, plan, or sense of asthetics. They seem to have taken building tips from the former soviet block. That probably isn’t the whole picture, just as much of it as we can see, since there are many walled compounds whose contents are underscernable.
The streets of Cairo are about 9/1 ratio of men to women. As we drove in we passed many boutiques, but all of the wares were for men. Men’s clothing, huka, etc. They could really use an episode of queer eye for the Arab guy.
I didn’t think air travel could be could get any closer to riding the greyhound than southwest airways, but I hadn’t flown Egyptaire. Think Southwest, except people smoke on the flight.