Dec 30 - Athens (kinda)
Up early to get our freshly-bought, Sinai-dodging flights out of Cairo. Sorry kidnappers, maybe next time!
(The country of Egypt did get some revenge on us: my credit card stopped working later that day, and we discovered that it had been duplicated (most likely by the hotel in Luxor) and $6000 of online charges had been billed against it. No financial cost to us since the card issuer cancelled my card number then marked the charges as fraudulent and reversed them, but I've now got a million monthly subscriptions to update when I get home.)
We had a very tight connection through Athens but managed to make it just in time. I know all cultures are equal and you can never judge others, but in the 15 minutes we spent in that airport we found our first properly clean and modern washrooms in weeks (with nobody sticking out their hand for a payment outside), plus free, high-speed wifi that worked on the very first try. Just sayin’.
(Back in the UK, we were saddened to see Edmonton making international news with a mass murder. Ugh.)
The evening found is having drinks with family and new friends in the Grim’s Dyke Hotel, site of tomorrow’s wedding and home of W.S. Gilbert in his final years. Unfortunately some guests (not us, for a change) stayed up too late to pour oh pour the pirate brandy, then woke up feelings like things of shreds and patches, despite claims that they’re never ever sick at sea. (What, never? Well… hardly ever!)
(The country of Egypt did get some revenge on us: my credit card stopped working later that day, and we discovered that it had been duplicated (most likely by the hotel in Luxor) and $6000 of online charges had been billed against it. No financial cost to us since the card issuer cancelled my card number then marked the charges as fraudulent and reversed them, but I've now got a million monthly subscriptions to update when I get home.)
We had a very tight connection through Athens but managed to make it just in time. I know all cultures are equal and you can never judge others, but in the 15 minutes we spent in that airport we found our first properly clean and modern washrooms in weeks (with nobody sticking out their hand for a payment outside), plus free, high-speed wifi that worked on the very first try. Just sayin’.
(Back in the UK, we were saddened to see Edmonton making international news with a mass murder. Ugh.)
The evening found is having drinks with family and new friends in the Grim’s Dyke Hotel, site of tomorrow’s wedding and home of W.S. Gilbert in his final years. Unfortunately some guests (not us, for a change) stayed up too late to pour oh pour the pirate brandy, then woke up feelings like things of shreds and patches, despite claims that they’re never ever sick at sea. (What, never? Well… hardly ever!)
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