Cairo, Egypt

So I felt like I should finally write a post. So here’s a bit about our place.

It’s… authentic. Like, really authentic. Like nothing actually works authentic. Like “prop-the-fridge-closed-with-the-broken-washing-machine” authentic. But hey, nothing says welcome to Cairo like your bed collapsing under you as you’re sleeping. That was a fun night. Really gets your attention, y’know?

It’s a good place though. Lots of good food nearby, a great juice stand. It’s definitely a chill neighborhood. They don’t mind if you wash your socks in a pitcher and hang them off the balcony (see washing machine, broken, use as doorstop, above).