That's it, I'm done. The excessive heat (over 90 degress) the dust, the busyness and the late nights have worn me out. I wake up today knowing I am physically and mentally not up for anything. Fortunately Indiana feels the same and we agree to a day of practically nothing.

But of course at one point we get hungry and have to venture out so off to Sequoia we head. As we sit on big white sofas, under billowing sails feeling the sun and a breeze and ordering amazing food I know this was the right choice. In the end we sit there for hours eating, chatting, drinking and recovering. The food is so fresh and tasteful and I am introduced to Toumeya (tomeya? toum?) which tastes like the world's freshest youhurt filled with garlic and perfect for dipping hot bread into. Unfortunately trying to Google a recipe is not too easy and it may or may not contain yoghurt- I guess I'll have to get experimenting when I get home.

The afternoon passes by as we watch the sun move across the sky as the sails above us billow in the breeze adding noise and ventilation for our poor tired bodies.

At one point during the afternoon I get further evidence to add to my theory that the Egypt motto runs along the lines of 'it's close enough' when a waiter assures me that 'cranberry' and 'campari' are practically the same thing. He reasons that as they sound the same they must be the same. Already this trip I have learnt that not-even-remotely- straight and straight are pretty much the same and something lying, not working, on a floor is almost the same as it being safely secured to a wall and operational. Coming from a frantic, Western culture this is baffling and aggravating at first but by now it's amusing and I can see that it really sums up the relaxed attitude many Egyptians have to life. They seem to never miss an opportunity to laugh, chat, make friends and join in- I could learn a lot from them. We all could.

When I flew back from Aswan a few months ago, and our flight was delayed by hours, a member of staff floored us when our pleas for a flight, or even just some information, were met with the simple question 'Don't you like Aswan?'. At the time it infuriating and amusing in equal measure but he was right as he pointed out to us that we weren't in a rush to get anywhere, we were in a beautiful place and maybe we should just be happy with that. I plan on working on a more laissez-faire attitude with a smile and shoulder shrug to match.