the view from my new terrace

It’s V-day, or villa day; at 7am on a Saturday, I have a three-hour wait ahead of me, before the real estate agent for the rental apartment arrives.  I expect here to hand me my deposit in dollars, and that I will have to the final utilities bill in Egyptian LE.

Then, I shall grab my Che Guevara army knapsack, a plastic bag filled with some dirty laundry, and take a tuc-tuc to my new home, a villa in a quiet part of the Red Sea upscale resort town of El Gouna in Egypt.

I may not have an internet  connection for a day or two — even though I have gone by the telecom office in Abu Tig marina several times this week to remind them to switch my contract to the new place.  This being Egypt, I expect this will become a big hassle, unless I go by again today on my way to the villa to remind them for a third time.  Earlier this week, they cut off my internet connection, even though I’m already paid for 3 months in advance.

So  to my friends and family… if you don’t hear from me via email for a few days, no worries, I will get things sorted out in no time.

The obscenity that is the hate-mongering Trump presidency is starting to recede into deep personal irrelevance, despite the enormous damage it is doing to everything that matters.

I do not think there is much of a chance of the Ds obtaining a majority in Congress in 2018, and thus I expect more of the same for the foreseeable future. Until the millenials wake up and wrest control once and for all from the cynical plutocratic geezers who currently the country, there is not much hope.

If the villa works out, I plan to return in October with my tennis ninja wife, and stay for another 6 months, inshalla.

Meanwhile, there is a new touristy travel puff piece that appeared in the NY Times yesterday,  If you want to get a sense of the real Cairo, you may wish to read this. And pay attention to this story, if your travel plans include going to Hurghada,

Last night was very bad, again, in terms of the noise from the Aurora night club.  I am completely knackered, and shall probably doze off this afternoon by the pool (see the pic above) as I recover from a 3 month ordeal (basically I have not slept normally since arriving in Egypt in mid September).

I look forward to having the bags under my eyes gradually dissipate, as I fall into a more normal sleep pattern (I like to go to bed around 11pm and wake up at dawn).

I do expect noise at the villa between Xmas and New Year’s, as villa owner rent out their places for holiday revelers, but after that, for the next few months, I expect utter calm, as winter sets in, and the tourists stay away till Spring.

A hermit’s idea of heaven, that.

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The quest for an honest broker

I woke up today thinking about “the crucial financial support that [the US] gives the PA,” and it immediately reminded me of Auda Abu Tayi.

I saw Lawrence of Arabia on HD TV in my rental flat last week, and I thought, geez, here I am so close to where much of this classic was filmed.


So close to Aqaba.


To Palestine; but no closer, alas, to the vanished gardens of Cordoba.


So I decided to go find an honest broker.  But where to find one?  


Abu tig marina in El Gouna, of course… where else?


As you can see, there are many people here who are very experienced in dealing with honest brokers.



So I walked around some, but quite honestly I was a little bleary, and did not find any honest brokers around.  


It must be because the honest broker bars in Abu Tig marina were discoing  the night away on the 2nd day following the Jerusalem announcement.


No worries.


I just looked at a distant island, and told myself I must go there one day.



Then I walked through this lovely archway, and immediately thought I have to write a think piece post about Christopher Alexander to prove I’m deep.



I soon dropped the idea however, and instead went to buy fresh croissants to have with my morning coffee.

At least I found an honest breakfast.


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New digs

It’s only a handshake deal a this point, but it looks like I can finally get away from Party Central, aka Abu Tig marina in El Gouna, Egypt.


I had to call the police to shut this place down after 3am last night

The blaring nightclubs till 3am every night, the busloads of crass tourists coming in at all hours of the day and night, the constant construction, the loud talking in the street by foreign drunks or Egyptian laborers, the revolving door of short-term rentals in my building (usually young Egyptian couples with primitive attitudes about acceptable public behavior), and the overall phoniness of the Abu Tig scene in general became too much,

So even though I left America because I cannot stand the racist orange pig in the White House, I decided that maybe I had to return to a state (Florida) I had come to loathe.

Not so fast.

It looks like there may be an affordable way out of living in the dangerously Islamophobic hellhole know as Trumplandia.

Stay tuned.


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