Our first point of call was the Egyptian museum. We had a look around and saw Tutankhamen’s mask and some of his treasures but we couldn’t take pictures. I couldn’t even take my camera into the museum or else I would have just risked it. It would have been worth it. It really is quite absolutely amazing.
“Mika see why don’t you give girls something like that?” Hannah often pointed out at various priceless artifacts. “She would love you for sure if you did.” She is often full of helpful tips in picking up women.
After the museum we attempted to go and find Cairo’s famous markets. After an absolute mission getting directed all over the place we finally found what looked like a market place. Hannah was feeling really ill by this stage but she pushed on like a trooper.
“Hey Hannah there is a big building and it looks like markets inside.” I said directing her into the shed. Only problem it was a meat market filled with meat hanging up in various stages of putrid rotting with flies swarming over everything.
One man greeted us clutching a cow’s hoof, playing with its tendons making its toes dance about. “Hello, Welcome to Cairo, where you from?”
Hannah dry retched and ran for the exit.
“I don’t think there was anything we would have wanted from in there?” I kindly pointed out to her so she didn’t think we missed out on anything.
We walked around for a while looking for something to eat but thinking of how they sell meat had turned us both instantly into vegetarians. At least while in Egypt anyway. There was also the problem of it being Ramadan and no shops or restaurants being open. I was ready to eat the cow’s hoof raw by the time the sun went down and people could eat and sell food.
Before then though we met up with Terry again and we all wanted to go to this market area which was promised as being were people sold everything from stuffed animals to well anything else illegal like cobra’s, hyena’s etc. As we got to the bottom of our hostel we were met by a man, “Oh hey guys been looking for you.”
“Do we know you?”
“Yeah the hostel owner wanted me to catch up with you and help you out.”
“Oh ok well do you know how we can get to the market?”
“Oh I am so sorry guys, its Ramadan so its closed now.” He alleged.
“Oh darn”
“Hey don’t worry guys I can show you another one which is just as good and has everything there.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah it is just 20m away,” and he led us away to a small shop filled with touristy stuff.
By the time we got ourselves away, which is pretty hard to do, it was too late to go to the markets because Terry had to catch a bus back to Dahab.We found out later the markets never closed and the guy had just lied to us, gasp!