We survived!

The title is totally facetious...trust me. Though we travel by police convoy about 50% of the time here, it's all for show. Half the time our police officer is half asleep. Our police "convoy" this morning was also pointless, since the minute we hit the road all of the officers sped ahead and left us in the dust to fend for ourselves. The drive itself was just beautiful though, nothing but sand against the blue sky. Very peaceful. Very serene.

I wish I could say the same about our hotel room. I will say this- Americans have the highest standards of hotel cleanliness in the world. And we're spoiled little bitches because of it. Though our hotel here is supposedly "upscale" (it is right on the Nile, constructed primarily of marble, has an ornate lobby), our rooms look like...well, dilapidated Tijuana whore houses. The floor in our room has not been swept or mopped in months, possibly years, and they didn't even try to pretend that they cleaned our dirty bathtub (I found used soap in ours).

I have gotten used to this over the years. Whereas this once depressed and frustrated me and nearly ruined every trip (more for Roy than me becase he had to listen to it and deal with me refusing to move anywhere outside of whatever I designated as my 'clean zone', which was usually a one-square foot radius in the middle of my bed), now this all amuses me more than anything else. This is because I have developed a special technique over the years...it's called "Go Blind." So that I don't annoy Roy with squeals and moans of "EEEEW! The tub is grimy!" and "HOLY SH*%! There's hair on my pillow!!!!" Here's what I do now- I simply remove my contacts the MINUTE I step into the hotel room. Once I do that- presto! All is good in the world again. I am clueless, and Roy is happy my mouth is shut.

We're off to Luxor tomorrow. I'm excited. Not so much because of the sites, but because I hear they have laundry and massage service. Toodles.