A good frisking

Well, the high drama of my night of anxiety in Jordan was sorted out with a cup of coffee in the morning (very sweet, not Modena, but pretty good) and it was time for my flight to Cairo. Prior to departure I ended up helping a bunch of handicapped (yes everyone, LAUGH) Jordanian and Iraqi (gasp! They are really nice! And didn't hate me, even though we are invading their country and they may or may not have lost their legs because of us bombing them. I just didn't ask). I only took it upon myself to be so nice because basically no one in the departure room had legs apart from me, so I felt bloody awful, and one woman slipped off a chair in front of me and couldn't really move properly (she had one leg at least). I'm not really known for sensitivity, so I think I did really really well not giggling because it was just so weird! Not because handicap is funny. eesh. Anyway - they got carried onto the plane, and I walked. I gathered by their tracksuits (I'm not going to make any jokes here, even though I could) they were part of some big sporting event. Whatever.

On arrival in Cairo I was greeted by LOTS of people (with legs). One old lady started blabbing in Arabic at me and when I said I didn't understand she started kissing me. Whatever. One of the bonuses of being a woman in an Islamic country (trust me - I haven't noticed many) is that you can get into these express women-only queues. So I pretty much hurtled through customs which was great. Some idiot American guy had a major, major tantrum and started screaming about discrimination and why couldn't HE be in the fast line too? It just wasn't FAIR! What a wanker. He's screaming to a woman who is covered head to foot in considerable heat while her male counterparts wear whatever they want about discrimination?

I got frisked for good measure too in Jordan and Cairo(Australian passport).

The trip to the hotel I saw a lot of guns. And there was a car that said "Government car. Likely to explode". Sheesh!