wall relief and sculpture of the architect of the pyramids, the mighty Imhotep
One of my outfits. We always dressed to match (or compliment) and the staff appreciated it. One night, someone came up to me and said “ju and jour mozzer dress zo byootifully togezzer.”
Gramma in her blood orange abbaya. The night she wore it she was very excited because the color of her abbaya was matched perfectly by both the napkins at dinner and the moon (thank you, cairo pollution)
me, gramma, and the guy at the hotel who sold us our bathing suits. Hassan. He wants an iPad from the US for a good price. Anybody have any leads??
Gramma and me at the pyramids. THIS WOMAN, 80 years old, rode a camel all the way out there, then climbed her way down the meter-and-a half high shaftway to the tomb of king khufu. What a champ
Me and Gramma at the Four Seasons getting drunk while waiting for the yacht to arrive. Later that night she boogey’d down with all my masri bros and bitches, dancing her ass off all night on the boat in her white abbaya. We bought tonic water from the Four Seasons to bring on the boat for her convenience, but the egyptian youth stole most of it.
