still here...

so, some people have been complaining that i've been a blogging slacker. i hope this picture will explain my delinquency. this scene pretty much sums up my life as of late. between readings, research papers, and fellowship responsibilities there hasn't been much room left for a life. these law classes remind me of my first semester of intensive italian (only less fun and with fewer delicious dinners) - it really is like learning a whole new language. it all makes me question why i came halfway around the world only to spend all my time in my apartment. don't get me wrong, it's a lovely apartment, but it's not exactly what i was picturing when i decided to move to cairo.

that being said, i am steeped in interesting new information. a rundown of my classes...

*Introduction to Forced Migration and Refugee Studies: doing a research paper on development-induced displacement for this one. basically, how people get shoved out of the way for large scale infrastructure programs like dams - the people who lose out in the name of development.
*Public International Law: up to my neck in the sources of international law, the law of treaties, state sovereignty, jurisdiction and immunity, international dispute settlement and such.
*International Humanitarian and Human Rights Law: the former is applied in times of war, the latter the rest of the time. we've been talking most recently about the universal (meaning, basically, UN) and regional human rights systems. this class is the reason for the mess of papers in my room. doing a research paper on how the US treats the asylum claims of former child soldiers - basically assessing how the US balances its right to exclude perpetrators of human rights violations against its obligation to protect both children and refugees.

i do take breaks to eat, and here's where the cooking magic happens. but once that's done, it's on to the fellowship... i'm helping the chair of the migration and refugee studies department research somali mixed migration, largely through the middle east. mixed migration refers to the mixture of refugees and other types of migrants traveling the same routes from one country to the next. we're looking at where they go and why and how, why they choose the destinations and routes they do, what challenges they meet along the way, and what sorts of treatment and conditions they encounter in the various states en route.

i'm making a feeble attempt at studying arabic. every time i come out with a new word my bowwab (doorman) grins from ear to ear. i feel horribly like the ugly american with my complete lack of language ability. it's not for lack of enthusiasm, just time... other than that, it's all about avoiding football-related madness (egypt and algeria have landed themselves in a diplomatic scuffle over misbehaving fans. the algerian embassy in zamalek was overrun with rioting protesters over the weekend.) and planning for a winter break trip to syria, jordan and perhaps lebanon. good times all around!

you knew it was coming...

when my mom was growing up in Cairo in the 50's, the pyramids were still in the desert. the city has grown exponentially since then, and it has crept up to their very doorstep. urban neighborhoods stretch along two sides of the site, and you'll find a fleet of tour buses parked at the foot of Cheops' pyramid. and you can't climb them like you could in my mom's day. development definitely comes with a price. that being said, they still have the power to capture your imagination if you let them.

3 Egyptian obsessions

tea. typically with lots of sugar. served anytime, day or night, and with incredible hospitality. last time i was in Egypt, i remember our taxi driver serving me and Alex a cup of tea brewed in the parking lot outside the Mohammed Ali mosque. he seemed in no rush to get anywhere, and shared the moment with us. and told me that my sweet tooth meant i drank tea like a true Egyptian.

shisha. flavored tobacco smoked with religious frequency from water pipes in street side cafes throughout the country. you've got your apple, your watermelon, your peach, your honey, you name it. once the purview of men (at least in public), you find more and more women smoking shisha in cafes. we even recently saw a shisha girl (the person who prepares and brings you your pipe) at a cafe near Al Azhar Mosque in Islamic Cairo.

backgammon. also a staple of cafe life. Shams taught me his version, and never once managed to beat me.

Dahab

i have to admit that i've been a bit spoiled since arriving in Egypt. first, Mohammed loaned me his apartment and ushered me around town for two weeks. most recently i was treated to a wonderfully relaxing vacation in the Red Sea coastal town of Dahab. the month of Ramadan ends with the three-day Eid Al Fitr festival, and many Cairenes take this opportunity to head out of town for a quick escape from the slightly maddening bustle of the city.

my friend Meghan has a standing invitation from a friend who owns a hotel in Dahab (here's the restaurant, located just a couple feet above the Gulf of Aqaba and looking across at the mountains of Saudi Arabia). his name is Shams and he is a living breathing example of the famed Egyptian hospitality. i don't think i've ever encountered such generosity. we stayed in his hotel with a friend of Meghan's from India for four nights and he refused to allow us to pay a piaster. we had to resort to trickery and friendly bullying to be allowed to pay even for our meals.

in addition to putting us up for free, he drove us around this beautiful area of the Sinai Peninsula, where rocky mountains and sandy desert meet the sea. the diving and snorkeling in the Red Sea is supposed to be amongst the best in the world, and the surrounding desert scenery is stunning.

here's Meghan and Shams and Meghan and Adi, doing what we did best in Dahab. Sharm El Sheikh to the south has a reputation of being the vacation destination for those who prefer the resort life. but Dahab, with its more laid back atmosphere and seaside boardwalk is perfect for those of us who like to relax without being walled in. we spent our hours indulging in the quintessentially Egyptian pastimes of backgammon, tea and shisha, and debating the relative strengths, weaknesses and quirks of our respective countries of egypt, india, canada and the u.s.



and then... the time came to head back to home and reality. across the stunning Sinai, past the turnoff to St. Catherine's monastery and Mt. Sinai, where Moses is said to have received the 10 Commandments. through a tunnel under the Suez Canal and back to the hectic city...

a strange sort of reality hit home, though, before we even left Dahab. i realize that traveling with an American passport has always given me an ease of movement that many in the world don't enjoy. the guards at the checkpoints that are littered throughout Sinai never gave my passport a second look. but it also got us a personal "security" escort all the way back to Cairo. apparently the Egyptian government isn't taking any chances with American tourists, and so we were issued with a guard who accompanied us on the 8 hour journey home. i'd honestly have been much more comfortable without, but i'm not sure my opinion mattered much.

Cairo by day

living in Belize, i often had a hard time wrapping my brain around the fact that the population of the entire country didn't even reach 300,000 people. now i find myself in a city at least 50 times that size. estimates put the population of Cairo between 15 and 25 million, depending partially on the time of day (many commute here for work). some views from the 40th floor of the Grand Hyatt in Garden City...

i'm taking this picture from Garden City, on the east bank of the Nile, where you also find downtown, and the Islamic and Coptic "quarters". directly ahead is Zamalek, the island in the middle of the river (and the city) that has long been home to much of Cairo's international expat community, as well as the green garden oasis of the Gezira sporting club, playground of the well-heeled. to the left of the picture are the west bank communities of Giza, Dokki, Agouza and Mohandiseen.

the river Nile, it goes without saying, has always been the heart of the city. as the majority of Egypt's landscape is pretty much inhospitable, somewhere around 98% of the country's population lives along the banks of the river or in the delta region. my Survival Arabic teacher told us that there's even a color in Egyptian colloquial Arabic called Neeli - for the Nile-colored mixture of blue, green and brown.

rescue operation

it was a week or so ago, and my roommate Aleya was sitting in our living room surfing the internet when she heard a kitten crying from somewhere around the environs of our building. three days of incessant crying and she couldn't handle it anymore. she identified the window where the noise was coming from, and we went on an adventure through the bowels of our building. in broken arabic, she tried to explain to our bowwab (doorman) that we were trying to find the source of the cries. finally understanding what she was getting at, he led us up a largely unused metal staircase to the fourth floor, where we found this little thing...


she has since taken up residence in our apartment, and has proven herself to be an irritatingly masterful climber. an adorable handful. and one of a million egyptian street cats, who are as common here as stray dogs in Belize.

Cairo by night

New Yorkers may claim theirs as the city that never sleeps, but they've got nothing on the Cairenes. maybe it's the intense heat that makes a person just want to sleep away the daytime hours, but this place comes alive at night. i routinely look up from whatever i'm doing to find that it's reached 2am without my noticing. the streets start filling up at about 10, and don't empty till the wee hours. and it's completely understandable - Cairo is beautiful by night. and the cool Nile breezes add immeasurably to the atmosphere.

my friend Meghan and i joined the Cairo Walking Group for a walking tour from Tahrir Square downtown to Khan El Khalili, the famed bazaar in the middle of Islamic Cairo. after hibiscus juice at a cafe in the Khan we did some more wandering through the narrow streets of the walled section of Fatimid Cairo. this area is a quiet haven smack in the middle of a hectic city, and boasts architecture from the Fatimid and Mamluk eras. narrow cobblestone streets, intricately carved wooden mashrabiya windows, and egypt's only mosque where men and women are allowed to pray side by side.







and the ubiquitous streetside backgammon game, accompanied by shisha and copious glasses of sugary tea...