Thursday, January 27, 2011

Going on a date with dad

 
Getting all dressed up to go out on the town.

 
Where are my cutie and her daddy going?

 
Oh, only for a hike to the ATM.



With everything heating up around here, we're making sure we're well stocked with food, water, and cash. Not quite the first date every girl dreams of, but she's a good sport.

Anyone up for a game of chicken?

To be a successful driver here in Egypt, you have to treat each encounter with another vehicle (or person) like a game of chicken that you are determined to win. If I were driving, I'd be frozen in one spot -- afraid to move for fear of hitting someone. I would want to go and then second-guess myself and hesitate and in that instant the opening in the street would disappear. Successful drivers here are arrogant and self assured with the attitude of "no one's going to hit me. Y'all better move out of my way cause I'm coming through and I'm not stopping!"

Riding with Josh is like listening in on a conversation between him and every other driver on the road: "Oh no, don't even think about inching ahead of me buddy" or "Are you going? Never mind, I'll just drive around you" or even "No, I'm not backing up. You back up." Yes, that's the conversation he had today. We were driving home down one of Maadi's many narrow streets that although they are 2-way, are only wide enough for 1 car because there are cars parked on both sides of the street. We were 1/2 way down the block when another SUV turned onto the street and started driving toward us. She had room to pull over to let us pass and then misjudged how much room she had and ran into a curb. I guess that made her mad cause then she decided she wasn't backing up. And Josh wasn't backing up. There were 3 dudes in the street yelling at her to back up -- because the way the cars were positioned, she was in a better position to make space for us to pass, but she refused.

She kept gesturing for Josh to back up, but he had thrown the car in park and wasn't going anywhere. It was about a 5 minute standoff with cars starting to back up behind her when she finally caved and pulled part-way into a driveway so we could go around her and then we were back on our way. The entire time Josh stayed cool and casual and just kept shaking his head saying, "I'm not backing up." If I had been driving, I probably would have caved and then would have proceeded to scrape the cars on both sides of the street all the way to the corner.

I never was good at chicken.

Wednesday, January 26, 2011

the aftermath

So if any of you were following the news about Egypt you saw that there were thousands of protesters all over downtown last night. I'm sure you probably know more of the details than we do since Egypt blocked Twitter, shut down access to Facebook for a while, and wasn't showing much on the news.

When I signed back into Facebook this evening many of my Egypt friends had posted notes to their families saying, "Thanks for all the phone calls and notes of concern. We are fine." Hey! I didn't get any phone calls or notes of concern! What, were you all too busy watching J-Lo and Steven Tyler on AI? Or for those of you not related to me, were you busy watching the State of the Union address? Just teasing. I know we are well loved.

So last night things looked like they were going to be a Very. Big. Deal. The protesters were going to stay out all night, fast food places were providing free food, people in the area were unlocking their wifi connections so that people could still report from the square since Egypt had shut down cell phone service in the downtown area. Well, we woke up to nothing. Around 1 am the cops moved in to shut down the sit in. They unloaded tear gas, rubber bullets, and beat sticks on the crowd and they chased them all off.

A point a friend of ours made was when people are desperate and protesting because they are financially destitute, they can't afford to protest on a work day because they need every pound they can possibly earn to survive. So today was business as usual. We'll see if anything picks up again over the weekend.

In the meantime, life in Maadi is normal. Josh and the boys are at basketball practice, I have self-defense class tomorrow morning, and we're still waiting on our shipment and our car. Josh and I were laughing because there was an interview on the news last night with one of the Ministers of Foreign something-or-other and I asked, "Those aren't the people who have to clear our shipment, are they?" Yep, sure enough. So even if our shipment makes it from whoever has it to the Ministry of Foreign blah-de-blah, I'm sure this event isn't helping to get our paperwork approved.

I wanted to post 2 pictures of Josh and Camille watching the news together -- Josh watching, Camille sacked out on his chest, but I can't get anything to upload. I'm just going to blame it on the Egyptian government.

**** They just restored Twitter and now I can post pictures again. Maybe my problem was related. And according to Twitter and youtube videos, people are out protesting again.

 

 

Tuesday, January 25, 2011

Two words: Homer Simpson



I was downloading pictures from the camera and came across this video that Calvin took of Camille. What a gut!


Police Day

Today is Police Day, the Egyptian national holiday celebrating Egypt's police force. And in an awesome ironic twist, the way Egyptians are celebrating Police Day is by staging protests so the police are out in full force with riot gear, etc. Happy Police Day -- now please report to work for your extra long shift!

We've been advised to stay home today, which means stay in Maadi, away from downtown. We had a fun morning at Maadi house. I had self defense class, then we had lunch with friends, the kids played all morning and afternoon with friends who had the day off from school, and now we're home and Josh is supporting the Egyptian uprising by smoking ribs out on our balcony.

 

Josh has been keeping his eye on things via the internet and TV all day. Interestingly enough, the Egyptian news isn't reporting anything -- they were showing an old black and white Egyptian movie this afternoon instead of actual news. It would be the same as CNN preempting their news with a showing of "It's a Wonderful Life."

Most recently Josh read reports of cops firing tear gas into the crowds and that the beatings were starting, but now Egypt is blocking access to Twitter, so we can only guess that as it's getting dark outside that things are starting to happen.

Earlier today there were reports of people being arrested because they were going to go protest -- I have no idea how the police knew they were going to be involved in the protest, but it doesn't matter here. In a police state, they can arrest first and ask questions later.

These protests are related to the whole Tunisia uprising. People who are tired of being poor and unemployed and tired of corrupt "elections" and wanting change. They are calling for the Egyptian president to step down. They saw the "success" of the riots last week in Tunisia that resulted in the president fleeing the country and they are hoping for a similar result.

So happy Police Day -- watch out for flying nightsticks!

Monday, January 24, 2011

My Monday night lattes

As I've mentioned before, while the kids are at Tae Kwon Do, Josh and I hang out downstairs and have a latte. They also have free WiFi so I'm typing this right now as I wait for them to finish class. They go 2xs a week, but Monday nights are my favorite because the barista who works on Mondays is a coffee artist. Literally. He draws designs in my latte foam just like those people you see in latte art competitions.

Yes, they really have those. I swear, I saw one on Food Network one time. Anyway, I'd never seen it before in real life until my first Monday night latte. It was a heart. I couldn't believe I didn't have my camera with me.

Tonight he gave me a fern pattern. Isn't it pretty? And as you sip the coffee, the foam stays on top so the design lasts until the very end. I think it made him happy when he saw me take a picture of it. Either that, or he thinks I'm a nut.


Not only is it beautiful, it is delicious. Best. Latte. Ever. It's a good thing I don't know what other days he works or I might find myself over there a little too often. Then he really would think I'm a nut.

If you want to see more examples of latte art, look here: pretty lattes

My three white belts -- getting excited for their first test. I think they'll be ready to test on Saturday. Too bad I won't get to have my special latte as a celebratory drink that night. The Saturday night guy is fine, but he's no artist.

Sunday, January 23, 2011

When you don't feel like cooking . . .

it's otlob.com to the rescue. Long day, getting late, no one knows what they want to eat. In comes Otlob. The ability to browse menus from all different restaurants and then have any or all of it arrive at your door for pennies? It's like manna from heaven, only you get to pick the food that rains down every night. It's only our desire to leave Egypt wearing the same size clothes that we wore over here that keeps us from ordering from Otlob every night.

Tonight was a Chicken Tikka night. Spicy grilled chicken, basmati rice, and steamed veggies. Throw in a few kabob and koftas (basically beef or lamb chunks and ground lamb meatballs grilled on a skewer) and some flatbread and everybody's happy.

 

 

Sometimes things get lost in translation, like the category labeled "Fasting food." I was trying to figure out if it was special food for Ramadan until I clicked on the link and saw that all the options listed qualified as fast food. Ah, that makes more sense. Another option that sparked my curiosity tonight was the Grilled Viagra sandwich. I don't know if they think a sandwich of crab and shrimp has the same magical qualities as a little blue pill or if they meant something entirely different, but I don't think I'm going to be trying that one out. 

After dinner Carter, always wanting to keep the good times rolling, suggested we order our otlob signature dessert of Chocolate Madness (chocolate ice cream, chocolate syrup and crushed chocolate cookies . . . mmmm), but we'll have to save that for another night. Maybe tomorrow . . .

Saturday, January 22, 2011

in defense of headlights

I don’t know if Egypt is becoming more normal or if I’m just getting used to it, but I’m seeing much less strange stuff to photograph and blog about. But then again, I have been home for much of the week both recovering and encouraging (somewhat futilely) baby sleep. That does cut down on quite a bit of the potential for crazy.

I was sitting in church last night and there were a few stray cats roaming up and down the aisles and under the seats, so I guess that qualifies as strange. I was watching one cat weaving in and out of the chair legs and I realized, “Oh wait, this is not normal.” You see cats everywhere you look so you stop noticing them after a while.

Another crazy thing here is the prejudice against headlights. Yep. Those little shiny things you have on the front of your car. About 50% of the people here drive without their headlights on because it is considered “rude” and they don’t want to “blind their Muslim brother.” (Quote from a friend who lived over here before us.) Another 25% have replaced their lights with these super dim things that barely let out a yellow glow. I don’t know if you can buy bulbs with that low of wattage or if they salvage bulbs that are on the verge of burning out, but they can’t possibly provide any visibility for the driver.

Of course we are using our headlights cause, hello! The streets are narrow, the roads have potholes and speed bumps, there aren't many streetlights or other ambient light, and people walk into the street wearing black robes without any care for oncoming cars. I know Egyptians don’t want to blind their Muslim brothers, but they don’t care about running them over?

When we drive at night we have people constantly flashing their headlights at us, like we’re brighting them. Then Josh flashes his brights to show them that indeed, we are not.

There is even a special hand signal to tell people that their lights are too bright: hold your hand up, palm out and make a strobe-like motion at the offender. Josh was driving one night and the dude ahead of him kept turning back and giving him the hand signal, wanting him to turn off his headlights. Josh ignored him so the dude pulled over and let Josh drive in front of him. We can’t figure out if they don’t know how to adjust the rear-view mirror so that the lights don’t shine in their eyes or what.

I promise you that it’s not that people have just let their headlights burn out. It’s an actual thing, an unwritten rule. One of the only rules here that I know of other than the one that says if your bumper is in front of the other dude’s bumper (by any amount, even inches) you have the right of way – including cutting in front of 4 lanes of traffic from the right lane to make a left turn.

Oh, the other rule that seems to be followed religiously is the rule of the cement blocks. People will double and triple park here, but there are people that will set these parking spot placeholders on the street that are coffee cans filled with cement with a piece of re-bar sticking out of them. Then they move them around to create and block off parking spaces. It would be super easy to scooch one over and create a space for yourself, especially when parking is at a premium, but everybody honors the cement blocks. Go figure.

The other night when Josh was driving down a narrow street, an oncoming car (without headlights on) was zipping toward him, frantically flashing his headlights at Josh, signaling that he was being blinded by his headlights. After they passed each other Josh heard this horrible scraping sound and turned to see the dude, because he was driving in the dark, had inadvertently run over one of the cement blocks and it was wedged up underneath his car. And that is why you always use your headlights! (Arrested Development reference)

Because everything is better with baby pictures, here are a few of our chub-chub from today. She's 7 months old now!

 

 

 

Friday, January 21, 2011

I'm joining the land of the living today. We're headed to church soon and then later tonight, Josh and I are going out salsa dancing. At Maadi house they are having lessons followed by dancing.

We are getting a babysitter, but realistically, if Camille is upset while I'm gone, she's only going to want Calvin once she figures out that I'm not there. She's happier with him anyway. She'll be totally fine -- happy and playing and then I'll walk in the room and she'll start whimpering and crying like a crackhead jonesing for her next fix.

And when it's time to put her down for a nap who has the magic touch? Calvin. He even has a special playlist on his ipod touch that he titled, "Camille's Nap Music." He will sit and pat her back in rhythm to the music. He perches his ipod on her back so she can hear the music, but not mess with it. His system works.

The other two boys are also pretty good at getting her to sleep. Last night she was fussing so Caleb climbed in bed with her and started singing "Away In the Manger" and patting her back. He would have been successful except each time she turned her head away from him he would climb over her and switch sides so he could sing right into her face. Not so sleep inducing.

Basically, if I want her to sleep, I have to turn her over to one of the individuals in this house with a non-functioning chest. It doesn't keep her asleep, but it's a start. All of them like to take over for me once I've given up and then a few minutes later, emerge from her room with a big grin that says, "Victory!" *sigh*

So, mama's going out tonight and leaving the baby in good hands. Six of them.

Thursday, January 20, 2011

stay tuned

So I haven't left the house in two days so I don't have anything that exciting to share, but I am feeling better. Just really tired still. I want to post a video of something special that we got in the mail today, but our internet is slow at the moment so I have to wait until it speeds up so I can upload to youtube and then link to it.

My brain isn't feeling very clever or creative, so I'm just going to post a few pictures that I've taken over the past few weeks that haven't fit into any of my other posts.

When we take the boys to Tae Kwon Do there is a coffeshop downstairs where we hang out and have a latte. When I dressed Camille that day I realized it looked like I poured a bottle of Pepto all over her, but went with it anyway. She is pinked out.



Coming home from the pyramids -- I can't figure out why all these coils of wire/extension cords are hanging from the trees.

Dude delivering propane tanks. We also saw a kid of about 10 riding a donkey with 2 propane tanks strapped on like saddlebags, but I wasn't quick enough with my camera.


I don't know what veggie that is, but she's got a lot of greenery on her head. We passed lots of farms in our drive along the Nile. It made me want to grow things in my garden.

This sight did not make me want to work in the garden -- it did make me want to recycle though. Sometime we're going to go to this place called Trash City where all the trash eventually goes. They sort through it and reclaim things and repurpose them and supposedly 85% of the trash is "rescued" which is better stats then in the US. I'm waiting to see it with my own eyes.



I love that the kid is cruising around on a donkey, but what I really wanted to show you was the kid riding a donkey and texting. Again, too slow on the trigger.


I really hope that is just a shelter/shade for people working in the fields, but I wouldn't be surprised to find that people live there.

OK, internet is still too slow for my video, but check back later to see it. I'm going to go have dinner now. Josh made Mac and Cheese (yes, from the blue box) and cause that wasn't gourmet enough, he added bacon. I think I feel my arteries cramping up just thinking about it.

And now for the video: our friend Pam sent us this awesome camel named Mustafa that sings, "Ice, Ice, Baby." Camille isn't sure if she likes it or is scared of it.



I don't know where she found it. She heard we were living on Mustafa Kamel street and said, "I have something to send you. Just wait." It was worth the wait!

Wednesday, January 19, 2011

why there is no new post from me


Blah. Hoping my fever is gone by tomorrow. Thankfully baby decided she didn't want to miss a minute of my misery, so she spent the day not sleeping and yelling at me to get better.


Why are you sick Mama?! Why!? Why? Oh the humanity! and repeat . . .

Tuesday, January 18, 2011

more piles of really old rocks

Are you sick of pyramids yet? This one is the Step pyramid. Bet you can't guess why . . .


They're doing some sort of "restoration," which means that every few minutes a large shower of sand and rock would start raining down. We didn't get too close.

 

There were plenty of other things to climb on and around though. Like this mini sphinx. I always wonder how much of what we see is authentic and original and how much is brought in to give people something to look at. Like this sphinxy guy was just lying there like he had fallen off a truck. No thought to placement or anything.

 
Obligatory self portrait of baby and me -- I have gotten better at this. And it helps that I have long arms.



In addition to the pyramid, there were other tombs to explore and climb.





and to jump from.

 
Carter is always such a good big brother. No, Camille didn't suddenly have a growth spurt. Our friends from Turkey came to visit and Carter made it his job to look out for her, hold her hand, etc.




It probably seems disrespectful that we let our kids climb on the ruins, doesn't it? Well, it's not like the Egyptians are taking good care of them.  The kids were exploring inside this tomb, wondering what they would find . . .



The secret of the mummy's tomb is that it is actually a trash dump and a toilet. Yep, there was human poop in several of the recessed places. And of course, once the boys discovered it, they went running around to all the different hiding spots yelling, "No poop in this one!" and, "Ha ha! More poop!" 

We come to view the wonders of the ancient world and my kids manage to turn it in to a poop hunt.

So no, I really didn't feel bad about letting my kids stand on the rocks to take pictures. It's not like we were defacing ancient historic landmarks or anything.

Unlike Naolah, who wanted to make sure we all knew he was here. In 2009.

Greetings from the pyramids!

My dad dropped in to pay us a quick visit. Oh wait, he didn't. He went to Vegas instead.

It must be nice to enjoy the Great Pyramid with a margarita in hand. Swim up blackjack anyone?

Monday, January 17, 2011

basketball mama

One regret I had about moving to Egypt was that we were going to miss Calvin's basketball season. I love watching him play and I have dreams of him being the next white Michael Jordan. Actually I don't have dreams of him being a pro athlete, but I would love to be able to watch him play for a college team (and for the scholarship that would come with it).

He's never had the luxury of being on a winning team, but I think he has the natural talent to be really good with the right coaching. So I was disappointed that he wouldn't get to play this year. Then we heard about a league that was starting up -- we had already missed sign ups, but Josh called and got him on a team and even ended up as one of the coaches. So now I get my Saturday basketball fix cheering for the Kings.

Calvin is #8 -- a little rusty, but he's still the best player on his team. The kids on his team are good athletes, but several of them have never played basketball before since they're from Germany, France, and a few other countries.



Josh has a challenge ahead of him to teach them the game and to improve their skills. They lost to their first opponents (who all seemed to know how to play the game), but it wasn't a complete blowout. I think the score was 8-12, which is worlds better than any game Calvin had last season.

It looks like Josh is yelling at them here, but he's not. Well, he's yelling, but not at them. They probably all need to hurry up and get back on defense or something.








Gotta have my hands free so I can video my superstar in training.

Sunday, January 16, 2011

camel-camel

So I've got baby strapped to my back, bouncing on our exercise ball (a la Dwight on The Office), trying to eek out a few more minutes of baby sleep so I have time to tell you about the camel rides. It's actually pretty tricky to bounce and type at the same time, but I'm finding my rhythm . . .

I thought she had fallen asleep, so I used the camera to check -- hello big eyes! Don't worry, the 80's throwback side ponytail isn't my normal style. I was trying to type and my hair was falling in my eyes so I just pulled it up out of the way. Genius at work people!

The boys have been wanting to ride camels since we saw them at Giza, but we said that there would be lots of camel riding opportunities and we weren't going to encourage the tourist trap operations. Besides, the camels there were really sad looking, with missing and rotting teeth and I wasn't positive that they even had a ride left in them.
 
So on our pyramiding day -- hey, pyramiding is an actual word. My spell check didn't flag it so I googled it. It's both a turtle disease and an investing technique. Go figure. Poor turtles.

Anyway, the camels. We went to these other pyramids called the Step pyramids and brought a picnic lunch. While we were eating, there were 3 or 4 camel dudes hovering, wanting us to go for a ride. After saying "la shukran" a bazillion times they gave up. Before we left though, I thought that it would be the perfect place to ride camels. No one else was around, we were out in the middle of the desert, the camels looked pretty healthy and happy and dude seemed to really like his camel, as evidenced by him french kissing it. Seriously.

OK, so you can't actually see the frenching in this picture, but trust me, he went there.

So Josh haggled out a price with him, we loaded the kids on the camels and set out. They were more than happy to put me on a camel too, but seeing as I had the baby on my back, I thought it was best to abstain, for her sake of course.



The camel guy really seemed to like Josh. They spent the entire 20 minute ride chatting in Arabic and he even handed off the reigns to Josh so he could lead the camel.






Carter said he liked the camel ride, but he had a death grip on both the front and back "saddle horns" the entire time.


You can see the Great Pyramids in the distance in this picture. Some people will actually rent camels and ride between the two sites. I don't think I'd be up for a three hour camel ride!

I only caught the tail end of this and not from a very good angle, but Josh's camel buddy convinced him to pose for his own kiss from the camel at the end of our trek.



Yuck!

Irony

Reflux keeps the baby from sleeping. Side effect of reflux medication? Insomina.

A happy baby at 4 am is only slightly more tolerable than a crying one. She's been awake and mostly happy for the last 8 hours and we're not really sure how to handle this creature who won't sleep, but HAS to be tired.

At least she's not screaming . . .

ETA: I think she's finally winding down:



Shh! She's sleeping!
(sorry Eli, more baby video. I promise I'll get some of your boy cousins for next time.)

ETA: Yea! 35 whole minutes of sleep.This is getting ridiculous . . .

Saturday, January 15, 2011

Big Red

So this is us, heading to the Red pyramid. Yes, Josh sounds a little crabby. You would be too if you had to hear constant questions and/or tattling about someone squishing, poking, looking the wrong way, etc. This was our last stop on our day of pyramiding. Yes, I made that word up.



Most people just visit Giza -- the site of the famous pyramids, but there are several other pyramids in Egypt. This one is called the Red pyramid because it's made out of this reddish looking rock. I'm sure a real guidebook could tell you exactly what it's made out of and why it's red, but all I can tell you is it's the second biggest pyramid in Egypt and it's pretty cool looking.


Calvin read a book titled The Red Pyramid this past year, so he was especially excited to see it in person.


Something that made this site so much nicer than Giza is that there were very few tourists. No tourists = no locals peddling trinkets or following you around hassling you to ride their camels. It was really peaceful out there. If you want to explore at your own pace, this is the place to go.


In order to explore inside, you first you have to hike way, way up . . . I kept thinking as we were scrambling up (and then down) the stone steps that if this were in America it would be a lawsuit waiting to happen. Minimal guard rails, uneven stones for steps, a really steep incline . . . Caleb and Carter are almost to the entrance which is basically a hole in the side of the pyramid about halfway up. I was really glad I was used to climbing stairs at home (broken elevator reference) because there were a lot of them.


And then, once you do all that climbing up, you have to climb down -- way down. Now, I have the potential to become a teeny tiny claustrophobic, but I was planning on going down in the pyramid because my therapist told me to. Just kidding, sort of. My goal for this year is to try and do all sorts of things that I might otherwise avoid. I'm trying to remember to just say "yes."

However, when we were about to descend into the hole, the lovely man (pictured above) pointed at Camille and said, "No babies. Bad air." So I made the huge sacrifice of staying behind so the baby didn't have to breathe in bad air.

At first, Calvin didn't want to go either and I didn't really blame him. (poor kid, he's so much like me.) Aside from the fact that there were a million stairs leading down to who knows where, the smell coming from the inside of the pyramid was awful. It smelled like a Berkeley parking garage -- like really strong ammonia that burned the inside of my nose. I have no idea if it's from generations of homeless Egyptians peeing in there, or if there's some natural gas leak that comes from underground, but if we go again I'm bringing something to cover my nose and mouth.


 After a few minutes, Calvin calmed his nerves, took a deep breath, and joined the others inside. This is after returning to the top. How do you spell "relieved?"


Josh's pictures from inside. Tons and tons of stairs. This pyramid is much less claustrophobia inducing than the Great Pyramid at Giza because you can actually stand upright as you descend and when you're walking around inside. I guess at Giza you have to hunch over to make your way through the tunnel to the main chamber. I think I might try saying "yes" to this pyramid, and if I don't freak out, maybe I'll try the other one.

On second thought, maybe I'll just use the "bad air" excuse.