After telling myself that I was not going to be starting a blog once I arrived, increased pressure from Amy led me to act otherwise. So here it is: some blog by an American who knows very little Arabic in the largest city in Africa and the Middle East. My Egyptair flight to Cairo was eerily similar to the city itself: old, hot, unpredictable, and slightly uncomfortable. After a rough takeoff, a sleepless 11-hour flight, and an absolutely frightening landing through smog that puts Los Angeles to shame, I arrived at the Cairo airport. After meeting up with fellow study abroad students (finding a group of Americans was never so easy) we took a shuttle to our dorm. My first impression of the city was how tan it was, from the buildings to the people, mosques
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