One week in and we still don't have our stuff. Eeeesh. Production assures us that our kits and supplies are in London. Great. How about our stuff being in Cairo? I know they can't do anything about it, but shooting starts on Saturday and things look grim. We have gelatine and fake blood. I've worked with less. :)
Chris is just getting over a little stomach bug. I think it was lunch from the other day: smoked herring or 'ringa'. I had some too- definitely an acquired taste. Chris hasn't been acquiring a taste for anything these past two days. One of the medical consultants, Dr. Khaled, took a look at him this afternoon and gave him a little something for the nausea and to clear out his system. He seems to be fine. "Pharoah's Curse" they call it [aka "Montezuma's Revenge" in Mexico]. I haven't had any problems yet. Yet. Must be all my mom's cooking growing up; I'm impervious to pretty much anything by now. Hah hah. (love you, Maman!)
Walked around Zamalek last night. Got lost, got found. Not really all that lost if you're exploring. We just had a little trouble finding our way back to the apartment. Wouldn't have been too big of a deal otherwise, but as Chris put it, the herring was 'trying to swim free'... Our neighbourhood is really nice. Beautiful architecture, lots of tree-lined streets. It was fun exploring a new place. Notwithstanding, we are definitely going to buy a map today.
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