No shit, there I was… The flight from Munich was painless, along with finding the most reliable for of public transportation to the city center. I found myself sitting on a flat decked boat with a polluted and dirty sky on the horizon. The noise from the streets echoed over the water at dusk, the advertisements in the sky, suspended by wire and steel advertising KFC, to Nokia phones, and even a Cocola add featuring a ripped-off image of Chech marten. But besides all that I was on the water, and traveling a pathetically short distance of the Nile River. But this was Egypt, a land of adventure and wonder, this was the start of my great crusade across the Middle East… While in Munich, I met some young Americans. Tony, a well built and bearded
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