Day 2, part I.
Day 2 (Sunday morning, 11/7) found us with a 2:45am wake-up call to head to the Abu Dhabi airport for our flight to Cairo. Upon arriving at the airport we put our baggage through security (this is before check-in) and then headed to the shortest check-in line at the Egypt Air counter.
Little did we know the man in front of us had multiple suitcases (as pretty much everyone did) that totaled well over the kilo weight-limit. In fact, little did he know too. Naturally rather than pay full price he decided to haggle to try to get the per-kilo overage fee down.
He did, if youâ€™re wondering (14 kilos for the price of 10), though he reached this through a process of baggage shuffling and counter attendant harassment while lines on either side of us seemed to blur by.
Once he finished we stepped up to the counter (as his friend had motioned to us), and then were immediately told to wait as said friend then got his turn. Iâ€™m not exactly sure how this happened and there was no time for outrage as a senile old man was suddenly pressed up against meâ€¦oddly enough at his own will. Finding this rather odd I decided to try and push him gently away with no avail.
We soon realized the man was, in fact, QUITE senile (perhaps a bad case of dementia) and needed complete assistance from his son. This was not the first time on the trip Iâ€™d felt fortunate not only to be able to go on this journey, but to also be able to appreciate it.
Ultimately we did get checked in and then took advantage of the incredibly fast, and free, wi-fi at the airport as we sipped some coffee and shared a croissant. Ladies and gentlemen I say this to you now: love your vegetables. The middle-east is full of carbohydrate of the beige variety and, even if you do happen upon some greens, the uncertainty in bowel of taking part greatly outweighs the sense of nutritional accomplishment a little iron and vitamin A provide.
Once our gate was announced the gentry gently clamored forward like ants onto a fallen lollipop, necks strained, looking for a sweet possibility to cut the line, or at least move one spot more forward. Mary and I took our places at the back.
Having passed once again through security we took some seats and awaited the boarding call which, we were absolutely sure, must award the first 3 people on board with a thousand dharma (roughly $8) and a free kebab. It was impossible to tell through the human wall that once was the entrance to the boarding hallway. Oh well, kebabs are cheap anyway.
We boarded the plane and took our seats and, despite a blood-thirsty desire to be the absolute NEXT person to fill-in-the-blank, have found that everyone continues to be incredibly nice. A few gentlemen played musical chairs and let Mary and I sit next to each other. Wheels up.