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I braved the heat, metal detectors, female guard barking "Camera?", and bewildered masses to go to the second floor of Mugamma in search of a visa.
Mugamma is the hulking gray bureaucratic government building on the south end of Tahrir Square, near the Egyptian Museum and Nile Hilton. It's a scary place, and in summer, a hot place.
But it's not so hard to get a tourist visa, so I am starting with that one. You just do what everyone tells you to do, sweat a lot, fill out forms in blue ink, pay 11 pounds and 10 piastres, then go away for a while.
I have a tourist-resident visa good until January. Being an official tourist makes me think I should go to the Pyramids Sound and Light Show or something. Or visit the King Tut artifacts at the Egyptian Museum. Or fight with a taxi driver.
Not sure I could work up the energy for the first two, but the third is inevitable.
1 comment:
You'd probably get a lot more traffic to your blog if you titled this post "Barely Legal."
That's me...always thinking.
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