i can't stop yo's... i could have written three novels by now. just from what i've witnessed today alone. i have no clue what time it is. ok it's 21:00ish. but my body has no clue. after two hours of standing, sitting, harassing, waiting, questioning, waiting, and more waiting, the stack of passports and boarding passes finally arrived at the deserted ticket counter. yes, the deserted ticket counter. while mobs formed. wombyn were yelling and ranting. men pushed and shoved. a total free for all. the agent who finally arrived, was swarmed by HOARDES of crazy travelers in 2.5....i've never seen anything quite like this cairo airport bazaar. men in long, polished cotton shirt dresses, wombyn in their headscarves (matching all articles of clothing to a tee), strange foreigners i can't place, the boujiest of boujie, the distint Africans, the business men, the stunning Egyptian chizzled feautures. then there are the lines, or lack of. even for security. everyone throws their bags on the conveyor belt in a frenzy. a total free for all. one person at a time sort of going throught the metal detector. mos def. a few slips....the word of the day is: FRENZY....
gate 9 is getting crowded. bouts ta board for Addis. not sure if i'll continue to be such a writing machine once in the home land or not.....get it while you can.
interesting sidenote: two separate people greeted me at the hotel today with "so good to see you again. how are you?" i asked one if i looked familiar. had she seen me? and she smiled and said "yes. welcome back." deja vu?? or seeing double?
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