The one constant of Cairo so far is the car horns. There are short protesting ones, long loud blasts, or a series of rapid honks as if they are Italians racing to say "ciao!" I am told that they each have their own significance, like "I'm passing get out of the way," or simply "I'm on your left, don't move over!"
A small kitten adopted me this morning, and was keen to share my breakfast. So she got almost everything except for my tea.
|American University in Cairo Tahrir Square Campus|
|Breakfast by Tahrir Square|
|Mubarak the Terrible?|
But the famous Arab hospitality continues. On the metro, an older gentleman asked me in Arabic if I am Chinese. He was amused by my answer, and insisted that as the guest, I must take the seat. I also blindly stumbled into the AUC conference "The Arab Spring: One Year On," and got to reintroduce myself to what seemed to be the entire University of Oxford Middle East Centre faculty.