Friday 21 December 2012

Christmaaaaaaaas!

I have been excited about Christmas for months now, and judging by the amount of Christmas decorations at ACL, it seems I am not the only one who's excited! My tolerance for tackiness is surprisingly high when it comes to Christmas.







My last weeks in Alex before the break included:

  • a masquerade ball which turned out to be more like a regular club night
  • an Armenian Christmas market and a visit to the citadel in Alexandria with my lovely language partner Tigu and her fiancé Morshedy
  • a Christmas party at the ACL where we could hardly see anything of what was going on due to a camera man with a massive camera who was standing right in front of the stage
  • a small birthday celebration for me and my flatmate Sara
They were very busy but quite enjoyable weeks. I only have pictures from my day with Tigu and Morshedy, though.

Tigu and me at the Armenian Christmas market
Morshedy and Tigu in front of the citadel






I have now been back in Norway for a week, and being home has felt very natural and very surreal at the same time. In one way it feels like I've never been away, except for the fact that they've switched around the lines of the underground a bit and changed the timetables (how dare they!). However, moving from one place to another so quickly, it sometimes feels like my mind hasn't quite caught up with my body yet (yes, I know, Elliot, avoiding this is one of the advantages of slow travel). I sometimes have to convince myself that this is real, as I especially in the beginning felt like I was just observing it all from a distance, in a dream.

There are some obvious differences between Alexandria and Oslo. The temperature is of course one: coming home to -8 degrees was a bit of a shock no matter how prepared I was for it. Another difference is that Alex is home to as many inhabitants as my whole country, and there is room for a certain improvement in organising for instance the traffic, so the streets of Oslo seem unbelievably calm and quiet in comparison. The chaos of Alex (not to mention Cairo) has at least prepared me well for Christmas shopping: whereas braving his way through frantic shoppers drove my dad crazy, I didn't find it that crowded at all.

Oslo's main street Karl Johan decorated for Christmas
Karl Johan
This is where I live!

After coming home, I've had time to meet up with family and friends, celebrate my beloved grandmother's 75th birthday (again, no pictures! It seems the paparazzi in me went on holiday a bit too early), remove a wisdom tooth (I could hardly open my mouth, which is quite inconvenient at Christmas), watch The Hobbit (which I've been excited about even longer than I've been excited about Christmas, and it didn't disappoint me! It was aaaaawesome!), and, of course, prepare for Christmas with my family. We have bought all Christmas presents, giftwrapped them nicely, made and decorated ginger snaps and started preparing for tomorrow's family dinner party in celebration of my birthday. We have not decorated our house and Christmas tree yet, but tradition dictates this has to be done on the evening of my birthday the 23rd of December, interrupted only by us watching "Grevinnen og Hovmesteren" ("Dinner for One") on TV, the short British film no Brit has ever heard about, and which only gets more hilarious as each year passes by and I start laughing even earlier in anticipation of the funny bits. Anyway, I think what I'm trying to say is that I'M READY FOR CHRISTMAS!

Decorated ginger snaps

For those of you who have not watched Grevinnen og Hovmesteren:



Sunday 2 December 2012

The pyramids!

Everyone from my flat went to Cairo this weekend. A lot of the time we were hanging out with Rachel's fiancé Ahmed and his friends, and some friends of Sara's. It was very nice, and especially when we visited the pyramids it proved good to have some Egyptian guys with us to keep the tourist touts at bay. That way we could focus on actually enjoying the sight instead of spending all our energy on turning down the services which were so vehemently offered to us.

This weekend I think I ticked a lot of the boxes on the checklist for "The ultimate Egyptian experience":

Seeing the pyramids in Giza: check
Crawling inside one of the pyramids, feeling like an awesome explorer even though there's pretty much nothing to see in there: check
Doing camel riding: check
Seeing the Great Sphinx of Giza, which has an oddly small head and enormous feet: check
Regretting that I didn't bring sun lotion with me in December: check
Doing Christmas shopping at Egypt's biggest mall, City Stars, instead of at Cairo's old souq Khan al-Khalili due to protests: check
Getting lost in City Stars: check
Getting lost in City Stars: check
Getting lost in City Stars: check
Getting sick of City Stars: check
Constantly being offered "great deals" by people I met 2 minutes before due to the strong and sincere friendship they feel for me: check
Drinking sugar cane juice: check
Being miiiiiildly freaked out by walking right in front of tanks while everyone else is treating it as the most natural thing in the world: check

Most of the pictures shouldn't need any further explanation this time!










City Stars

While some Egyptians are more bothersome than your average Norwegian or English person, others are way more helpful than what I'm used to. For instance, the guys we were hanging out with would carry my bags after I bought ten thousand Christmas presents, and when I tried moving my suitcase full of the aforementioned ten thousand presents on or off the train on our way home, someone would instantly rush over to help me. By contrast, when I left London last year carrying 50 kilos worth of luggage divided between two big suitcases and a big bag, no one would as much as move out of the way for me (in the end a man on crutches helped me getting all my luggage off the train - not even then did anyone else think to offer their help). Anyway, I guess there are two sides to the coin.

I get childisly excited about Christmas, and now that it is December I can finally let all my enthusiasm loose! I made a Christmas calendar for my whole flat - are you proud of me, mum? And today was the first Sunday of Advent, so I lit the first Advent candle! I think all I talk about nowadays is Christmas. Well, the countdown has officially begun!

My (attempt at a) Christmas calendar: one bag for each day, each containing four little packages with sweets!


Friday 30 November 2012

On a serious note

I volunteered with Rotaract Cosmopolitan again last  week. We arranged an outing for children from a street children shelter at a McDonalds, where we had rented a whole floor. Some entertainment was put on for the children and we danced and played with them, and they seemed to have a really good time. Nosheen and Hamida also came along to volunteer, and I think we all enjoyed spending time with the children, although I had seriously underestimated how tiring it is jumping up and down for a couple of hours. I don't know where kids get their energy from.

View from the McDonalds
Us with all the kids
Nosheen and her new best friend
Sunday there was a women's conference on at the library, which we decided to go to. Before the conference we went on a quick guided tour of the library. The Bibliotheca Alexandrina was, as I think at least all Norwegians know, designed by the Norwegian architectural firm Snøhetta, and opened in 2002. It has the world's biggest reading area, and is generally quite impressive. The atmosphere is very peaceful, so I definitely want to come here more often. On our tour we learnt many interesting facts about the library - it seems as though every little detail in the library has either a practical or a symbolic function.

The outside of the library is decorated with letters from different scripts

The windows in the reading area are designed to let in daylight, at the same time as keeping out rays which can damage the books

The walls are dotted with small holes in order to absorb any noise




View towards the library's planetarium





The conference was about violence against women and was held in Arabic. I can't say that I managed to understand that much of what the speaker's were actually trying to convey, but at least it was really good listening practice. However, I'm looking forward to the day when I can go to a conference in Arabic and actually understand most of what is said. It was interesting seeing the mix of people who attended - both men and women, the latter ranging from fully veiled to quite skimpily clad. It really showed that these are issues which concern us all.

View from the conference hall of the library
So far my blog has more than anything else just been describing my adventures, and painted quite a rosy picture of life here, I guess. I therefore thought it might be time to write about some more serious issues.

It is widely known that Egypt is not the easiest place to live for women. I think before I moved here I expected the harassment to be even worse, but I guess I hadn't foreseen just how fed up persistent comments would make me. From time to time you will, as a woman, get really nasty comments - sometimes I'm happy I can't always understand exactly what people are saying -, but most of the comments you get are seemingly harmless, as when people say "beautiful" when you walk by. In the beginning, I hardly offered this a thought. However, the fact that every time you walk out your front door people feel the need to comment on your looks, does get tiring after a while. It's just not nice feeling like a walking body instead of a person. If you look too happy or nice, you are likely to get bothered a lot more, so whenever I'm outside I take care to put on my stern face. Suppressing my natural facial expressions actually drains me of a lot of energy. And when I try my best to look grumpy, chances are I end up feeling grumpy as well. One of the things I'm looking forward to the most with going home is not having to control my facial expressions when outside anymore.

My personal favourite of the men here is of course our landlord - a loooovely Salafi chap who expressed a serious wish to marry all of us, and who got quite annoyed when he realised Rachel is engaged. Somehow, I'm quite happy we're only dealing with his wife now.

Also as a foreigner you receive a lot of weird treatment here. Most of the time we seem to be met with curiosity rather than hostility, but when people hang out of the bus for 5 minutes yelling "Aganib! Aganib!" ("Foreigners! Foreigners!") as we walk by, political correctness seems like heaven. Also the incessant "Welcome in Egypt!" starts getting a bit old after 3 months in the country.

Of course, after we came here we have met many nice and truly welcoming people, of both sexes, as I'm sure anyone who has read my blog will know. Especially my language partner Tigu has become a very good friend. So I do not in any way want to give the impression that all Egyptians behave in the way described above, but unfortunately these things are facts of life here.

I've hardly ever felt threatened after I came here, but even so, this is a country where it is necessary to take a lot of precautions. Luckily Harriet, Cat and Flynne from my class, together with Flynne's boyfriend Ant, live right by us, and Ant walks us home pretty much whenever we've been out after dark. The boys from our class have also been nice in walking us home several times, especially Elliot has been very attentive. But I guess as Ant is the guy who lives closest to us, it normally ends up being his responsibility. Living with three girls as well, this responsibility has become so embedded in his mindset that when some of the other guys asked if he wanted to come around to theirs earlier this week, his immediate response was that he first needed to check if any of the girls needed to be walked anywhere. I seriously don't know what we would have done without him!

When living somewhere, you get into the rythm of life after a while, and by now, being in Alexandria seems like the most normal thing in the world. However, sometimes things happen which makes me realise that I'm in a country quite different from anything I've ever been used to. One such thing occurred the other day, when someone in our neighbourhood tried to describe to us exactly where they live, and explained that they live right next to Alexandria's former torture chambers. The torture chambers were luckily destroyed during the revolution, but just knowing that they used to be there, shook me up quite a bit. Of course I do know about this darker side of Egypt, but it becomes so much more real when it's my own neighbourhood we're talking about, and when it's mentioned so casually in a normal conversation.

Just being in Egypt does not make me an expert on the political situation here, especially as I have made an effort to stay far away from all demonstrations (I'm sorry, but no matter how great the cause might be, being in an area where there are huge masses of men does not seem like a good idea to me in this country), but of course I do pick up certain things. It is interesting seeing Egypt after the revolution, but my main impression is that people are quite disillusioned now, and very distrusting. After the revolution no one is quite sure how things work any more, which makes them uneasy. They are also impatient for change, and many resent Morsy for not having been able to bring about much change during the short period he's been in office. Many have probably had quite unrealistic expectations, and I guess it is only now people start realising what a slow process a revolution is.

However, last week Morsy brought about a change many saw as a step in the wrong direction, when he issued a constitutional declaration where he among other things stated that any decision of his in the period from his taking office until the constitution is finished, cannot be legally challenged. This is obviously quite worrying, as it means Morsy is putting himself above the law and thus granting himself quite extraordinary powers. However, the situation is more complex than it might seem at first glance. Many people from Mubarak's regime still hold important positions, and many of Egypt's judges are Mubarak's men. This makes it harder getting rid of the corruption in the system, and the question of how to deal with the remnants of the old regime is therefore an eternal dilemma in Egypt's democratisation process. One can understand that Morsy does not want to be held accountable by Mubarak's cronies, many of whom only wish to put a spoke in his wheels.

It therefore might well be that Morsy means well with his declaration, but as we all know, the road to hell is paved with good intentions. He now has more power than I think any one person should have, and when he gets used to all this power it might be very tempting to keep it, no matter what his intentions initially were. I therefore think it is very important that people demonstrate, showing clearly that they will not accept it if he decides to hold on to this power when the constitution is finished. However, the protests should be peaceful - burning down buildings is not the right way to go about anything.

So you know. These were my two serious cents. Next week it's back to adventure blogging again! Spoiler: We're seeing the pyramids tomorrow!

Friday 23 November 2012

Siwa

I've now had my first proper desert experience! Last weekend I went to Siwa with a big group of people from school, I think there was about 20 of us going. Siwa is an oasis in the Western Desert, quite close to the Libyan border. The biggest town in the Siwa Oasis is surprisingly called Siwa, and is home to about 25 000 Siwans. The Siwans have throughout history had to endure many attacks from other desert tribes, so they built their whole city within a citadel in order to better defend themselves. It must have worked quite well, as the Siwans managed to stay independent for quite long, and the area has only been part of Egypt for the last 200 years or so. The citadel, called the Shali, is almost completely abandoned now, but the remains of it still towers over the new town. If I understood correctly, "Shali" means "town" in Siwi, the mother tongue of the Siwans. The Siwans have retained their own Berber language (the Berbers are the indigenous people of Morocco, Algeria and Tunisia), and only speak Arabic as a second language.

9 hour bus journeys are not my favourite, especially as I get car sick easily, so I can't really do anything productive with my time, like reading or doing homework. Luckily my friend Harriet has the same problem, and 18 hours on the bus in one weekend proved to be quite a good bonding opportunity. It's not fair, though, as she's studying French and Arabic and will be leaving to go on her year abroad in France already in January, which means I will have to find a new bus buddy! Another of the girls I travelled with, Cat, will also be leaving for France soon. I think their going to France is a terribly bad idea. We should rather import some more French people to Egypt - let me know if you know anyone who might be interested!

Aaaaaaanyway, our first day in Siwa was spent recovering from the bus journey and going on a desert trip. Our guides took us on a drive in the Great Sand Sea, as the desert surrounding the oasis very poetically is called. The sand dunes themselves are beautiful - and as I mentioned in a post before, the desert landscape quite reminds me of the winter landscape in the mountains in Norway. It made me really feel like skiing, something which might seem like a strange urge in the middle of the desert. We did try sandboarding, however, but unfortunately I turned out not to be a natural talent. In my defense, I've never been on any kind of board before, be it a skateboard or a snowboard. Our guides also took us to see a petrified forest, which was very cool. The petrified wood really looks like a cross between wood and stone - which I guess is quite logical as that is pretty much what it is: wood which has fossilised and turned into stone.

We set camp around sunset and the evening was spent sitting around the camp fire chatting. At one point our guides started singing Siwi songs for us, which sounded really beautiful there in the middle of the desert. They also served us chicken cooked in an earth oven they made in the sand, so I guess we got to see some of the desert culture.

I can inform you that after dark it gets very dark in the desert - at about 7 I was sure it was nearing to midnight. It was ideal for stargazing, but not quite as ideal when trying to figure out where in the Great Sand Sea you left your belongings. It also gets rather cold this time of year - something I think many of my fellow travellers can confirm, as the romantic idea of sleeping under the stars turned into a night of more sleeplessness than sleep for them, wrapped up in blankets which weren't quite warm enough. I went to bed a bit early in order to secure space in a tent - you know how I hate being cold. And ooooh, how they all  laughed at the Norwegian when I turned up with my big luggage, but if I hadn't been so busy sleeping snuggled up in all my nice, warm clothes, I would definitely have beenthe one laughing by the end of that night! I come prepared!
Cat, Harriet and Aisha enjoying brunch our first morning in Siwa
The Great Sand Sea
Me, Cat and Harriet ready for the desert!
Salman trying to recover from his car sickness
Me in the desert!
Cat sandboarding
Waking up a bit sleepy and disoriented the next morning, I was surprised and stunned by seeing the whole desert in front of me when poking my head out of the tent. It was an amazing sight. On the way back to Siwa town, we stopped for a swim in a hot spring. I have never been to a hot spring before, and was surprised by how hot the water actually was. I guess I have a talent for letting truisms surprise me. The smell from the spring was rather rank, as Cat would say, but we still had a very refreshing morning bath. And if we all emitted a faint smell of rotten eggs for the rest of the day, then we were happily oblivious to it.

The desert in the morning
Ant by the hot spring

Me and Cat enjoying the hot water

We had a few very lazy hours lounging in a restaurant and visiting a few of the local handicraft shops, and then I went with Cat, Harriet and Tom (all from my class at SOAS) to visit the Shali. From the moment we arrived in Siwa, I was fascinated by it. From the distance, the Shali first looks like a weirdly shaped rock, and then you realise that many of these shapes look suspiciously much like houses. This is due to the fact that the houses were built entirely of mudbrick, so they have the exact same colour as the rock, and over the years the rain has made many of them halfway melt, giving it all a distorted look. I think the Shali perched on a hill overlooking the town gives the whole place such a spooky, mysterious atmosphere.Visiting it was great - we could pretty much climb all over the citadel, and Tom had a lot of fun hiding in the weirdest places in order to jump out and scare us when we were walking by.

Shop selling traditional Siwan handicraft

I love this bank!
The Shali looming above the town


Cat on top of the Shali
The last thing we did in Siwa was going to a lake to see the sunset. Driving past palms upon palms upon palms I fully realised for the first time that we were actually in an oasis. It was very beautiful and peaceful, and the perfect ending to our trip. After spending most of the time in the desert, it was nice getting to see a bit of the oasis as well.

Me in a hammock by the lake
Some of my fellow travellers




In other news: we went to a karaoke night yesterday, close to the beach out in Montazah east in the city. It was like being in a completely different world: the atmosphere was so relaxed, people were dancing and singing and having a really good time. It was not the Alexandria we see every day when trying to get through the insane traffic while hurrying to school. I don't think I'd ever imagined that my first karaoke experience would be taking part in singing Spice Girls in Egypt, though. Slightly surreal.

The karaoke crew