Dodging Traffic

Crossing the street here is a fight for your life, kind of. The cars are zooming past, honking their horns at you and at one another. This isn't usually to be rude, they're just letting you know that they're there. I try and go and then a car will come towards me and I'll have to go back. We have to wait for a break or slow down in traffic and run across, usually laughing with the rush of excitement and a job well done. There aren't really any crosswalks or street lines except on the bigger roads, so although there is a lot of traffic on the "smaller" streets, it's an mini India Jones adventure pretty much every time. We just have speeding and swerving cars instead of rolling boulders. BAMF. (Sam--explain that to mom. Mom--I'm sorry.) We go to the Cairo Museum and Pyramids this week and Alexandria the next. I'm on the hunt for some hieroglyphic paraphenalia. Mission Accepted.