I'd been traveling about five months when I got to Cairo on a eerie late afternoon during Ramadan. Americans had been advised to avoid the mid-east region and I'd gotten out of a scary situation in Istambul just days after the USS Cole had been bombed in Jordan. I had chosen Cairo as a safe place to lay low until the high drama of the attack settled down. It also happened to be election time at home in the US and there was a lot of ridicule flinging around the media and streets. I'd heard that in Cairo, I'd be safe.
I landed in Cairo and as I walked through the airport, heard an American voice. As a rule traveling, I avoid Americans at all costs. It wasn't until I walked by him that I realized the man was calling my name. I was, quite literally, shaking and just walked right past him. He stopped me, gave me his card and I kept walking. The card was white and crisp with dark blue writing. It was from the US Embassy in Cairo. They were waiting for me. I think. I'm sure they wereRead More »from To Cairo, With Love