watch out for the yellow ones...they don't stop.

I think my fear of crossing the street ended sometime around the age of 6. Since that time, I never seriously reconsidered my foot steps as I made my way from one sea of sidewalk to the other. That all changed about two weeks ago. For those of you who enjoyed computer games in the early to mid-90's, I can describe the traffic in Cairo in one word: Frogger. Other words that come to mind proceed as follows: chaos, madness, good God that guy almost got killed by a bus. To undertake this task, I have adopted several strategies. My the first technique is shadowing; or, like I have to come to call it: 'walking like an Egyptian". This strategy is rather simple. When approaching a street I simply locate the nearest Egpytian, stand near them, and follow their lead as they wade into the sea of taxis and buses. Thus far, this strategy has yet to fail. And I must say, it is an incredibly empowering feeling to navigate the traffic with an element of grace and speed. By December I will be doing it blind-folded. Just kidding Mom.