What goes up, must come down

(by Annie) Well, we have adopted a new slogan for the trip, really we should make t-shirts. "If this is the worst it gets, well then we will be fine." In the grand scheme of things the day did not go that badly. We woke up in Alexandria, motivated, and even gave a big high five to the inn keeper. We will call him an inn keeper cause his job was sleeping in the inn and listening to what I told him to do. Passport? No! Passport? No! Hey, we are two gargantuan women and that moves mountains.

I digress, with a side note. George was a name we made up for our elevator man. Who again, like his title, was an elevator man who spent his entire day riding up and down for tips. I might try that in Milwaukee when we get back.

Okay, back to this awesomely interesting post. We headed over to the Alexandria tram and rode that to the train station. I might even like trams more than trains if that is possible. We might was well have walked, but something about chugga chugga cho cho makes me smile.

Our train was on time, ridiculously on time, to leave - but not on arrival. That was the problem, we missed our deadline for handing in our passports to receive Indian Visas. Well, Rachael, begged with a "Please." Like picture Miller in front of a ticket window clapping her hands together and bending her knees like a school girl and pouting to say please, well it worked. We can go there tomorrow and get them in one day instead, whew. First semi-major crisis averted. Then, we went home to the Sara Inn Hostel, chilled, and prepared for what we thought would be an easy process of buying a train ticket to Luxor.

I really cannot describe what happened we were shuffled to and fro, not really knowing where we were going or why. Rachael took the lead on this and definitely had to use her Rugby player stature to push through to each window we approached. Finally, no tickets, "come back", with no guarantee. Ahh, no!

So, we left the train sad and dejected. I was depressed. But, then in a sex and the city moment we linked arms, and said "hey if this is the worst it gets we will be fine." And then, in true American fashion we chowed down Egyptian fast food and made fun of each other. Only to meet an Egyptian who finally explained to me what "Walk Like an Egyptian" really meant.

We are fine, actually more than fine. We have changed our schedule around to see Sinai first and then Luxor. It will give us more beach time and even a little more quality time with the Valley of our Hommies - The Kings.

So, tomorrow, Visas, and then off to the Suez Canal.

No matter the day, we came and conquered - well the metro at least - 5 days down and 98 to go.