A pair of shopping genes needed

I lack of something very necessary – shopping genes. I thought I have them while visiting India where I turned to a shopaholic for one week. But nothing is left of it. Currently I desperately need a pair of shoes. Not because I don’t have anything to my new outfit. But because the current and only ones have a hole in the heel.

It’s almost my last day here in the office. And next week I am traveling to Sinai for some chilling and diving. We’ll see what happens next.

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Today is one of these “I hate Egypt” days. They are a big minority of my stay here but still manage to spice up my life. Now I need to pour my anger out fast before I loose it and melt under the kindness of people.

It all started yesterday when it was one of these springy sandstorm days and unfortunately also one of these days I left freshly washed laundry hang outside and my bedroom window open. After I reached home I only had a chance to realize that the laundry is dusty and needs to be re-washed, some of the pieces were missing and my room was nicely yellow too. “I hate Egypt” continued while I was having a shower today morning. Namely our building has these smart showers which stop providing you with hot water when somebody else in the building uses it. The little Evil on my left shoulder pushes me to find out how to turn off the hot water in the rest of the building while our apartment is having showers. This idea is definitely worth to develop further.
After being illegal for two months because my application for new visa has been rejected two times since February and the rest of the time I was waiting for their response I finally managed to renew my residence today. For ONE f…ng MONTH.

But still. I am looking for a new job and planning to stay for a while.

Greasy finger-prints

I was sick last week, then got better, went traveling on the long Easter weekend and now got little sick again. And the pills are too big to swallow. Although some years ago I saw on TV how drug smugglers in Asia swallow 5 times bigger pills for transportation and then shit them in a destination. They are dead if even one capsule breaks in the stomach. I wonder if people there think twice before taking the drug if they know where it’s been.

By the way, Egypt still hasn’t renewed my visa, but apparently it wasn’t a problem on the weekend in the various check points in Sinai. The most vivid moment of the checkpoints this weekend is the smell of the passport and greasy finger-prints on the sheets after being checked by one eating police officer.