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One week in Egypt and I didn't have to spit on anyone yet. Cairo is not the hell hole everyone says it is and Egyptian men are really not as sleazy as their reputation has it. I actually find most of their comments rather amusing, my favourite one being: "I like your shoes." Many ask me to marry them like they would ask me for the time of day, the best offer I got until now is 100 camels and 2 kilos of bananas. I said I'd mention it to my father and see if it was OK with him.
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Cairo to Istanbul in a G-string

Xtinemichaud
2005-12-23 16:38:47

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One week in Egypt and I didn't have to spit on anyone yet. Cairo is not the hell hole everyone says it is and Egyptian men are really not as sleazy as their reputation has it. I actually find most of their comments rather amusing, my favourite one being: "I like your shoes." Many ask me to marry them like they would ask me for the time of day, the best offer I got until now is 100 camels and 2 kilos of bananas. I said I'd mention it to my father and see if it was OK with him.

Cairo taxi drivers ripped me off shamelessly, but much to my comfort I was not their only victim, other fellow travellers admitted having been just as royally screwed. Actually, one taxi driver made so much money off me my first day in Cairo that he took the next day off and invited me over to his modest house for lunch where his Bedouin wife served me camel meat and buffalo milk.

I took this golden opportunity to arrange with his wife Saamia for Halawa. Halawa is depilation done with a homemade sugar-based wax. I thought I'd get this done before going to the beach in Dahab. Again, I got taken to the cleaner on this one, but I got a hell of a lot more than I bargained for...

Saamia gave me the Bedouin treatment, which means removal of ALL body hair. I only had in mind to get my legs done, but she wouldn't hear it. She spoke no English and my pidgin Arabic couldn't save me this time. So before I knew it my underwear was off and my most intimate parts were being waxed bare.

I have a hard time imagining what could possibly be more painful than having all your pubic hair ripped off by a bully Bedouin woman. Saamia spent half an hour on my legs, and another half hour between them. Being as stoic as I could, I held in my screams, biting hard onto the towel that had been thrown at me to make sure I kept quiet. After this, I think I could have my fingernails pulled off without flinching.

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