Men in the United States do not, as a rule, ask for directions. My father refuses to even follow someone to get where we’re going. He claims the leader is going too slowly and wants to get there faster. Of course, like the proverbial tortoise and hare, Dad would have to stop and wait for the leader to catch up and tell us which turn to next.
In Egypt men have absolutely no problem asking for directions. In fact, cars will stop in the middle of the freeway to give directions to a nearby car. I’ve even witnessed cars back up on the freeway to direct other motorists. Incredibly, this fazes none of the other drivers in the least.
I have lived in temperate climates before, but it still feels very strange to listen to Christmas music while wearing shorts. On average it’s 75 degrees Fahrenheit, and it’s already December. It’s actually colder inside my apartment than outside because of the thick walls meant to keep out the summer heat. But despite the weather December it is, and I found myself going to a Christmas party with friends on a balmy Thursday night.
The Community Service Association in Maadi is a lovely place with a gym, coffee shop, and shop that sells local artists’ crafts and artwork. Their red-and-white themed Christmas Party was to be held outside with a buffet, door prize, and a raffle. My coworkers and I were dressed and ready to go at 6 PM, we just needed two taxis for the seven of us.
Categories: Egypt, Life Abroad
Tags: adventures in (mis)communication, Cairo, Christmas party, community services association, CSA, Culture Shock, Egypt, expat, Expatriate, life abroad, Maadi, New Cairo, taxi