Zamalek, fein?

The picture you see above is of the island in Cairo where I grew up.  The red arrow shows the location of the apartment building where I spent my formative, teenage years.  The greenery in the front part of the picture is the Gezira Club. This is where I literally spent the first 16 years … Continue reading Zamalek, fein?

My name is not Mister

Stunningly beautiful day today in El Gouna; there's whitecaps in the Red Sea: the cool North breeze is blowing away all the skeeters and flies. So I decided to go to West Golf one last time to see Sandy the cat at the villa where I spent the last three months. Met the pool guy … Continue reading My name is not Mister