so i just returned from a trip to egypt. good times! there is so much to say about it, where to begin?
i think blogging about the camels, pyramids, the nile, incredible breath taking ruins, extreme heat, faluca’s, traveler’s diareah, snorkeling, scuba diving, and sunburns can be addressed in a later blog…for now, the story i have to tell seems much more important. the major reason being, as it was happening to me, i kept thinking to myself, “someday this will make a great blog! i will laugh about it… later. so i must live to tell the story.”
how’s that from dramatic introductions?
so there i was in the coastal scuba diving town of dahab. it was my last night in egypt and i was exhausted…so much so that i decided to do something quite out of the ordinary. i skipped out on dinner and headed back to the hotel to shower and go to bed. nothing, not amazing company, sitting in a restraunt right on the beach, or even musaka could entice me to stay. after a long day (make that week) of constant sweating and ocean water, a shower and a soft bed was just about the most amazing thing i could possibly imagine.
so… there i was ALONE at the hotel, showering. so far, so good. that is, until i decide to finish and head to that sweet soft bed.
there is something to be said about old rusty, sketchy door nobs, that are attached to old, rusty, sketchy doors, in rusty old, sketchy hotels, in countiries where building safety codes are probably non existent. my advice is this: if it has any of those two adjectives to describe the door that can close you into a very small enclosed space…don’t shut the door too hard.
yah, so i shut the door… hard. and as i stood there in this 5×5ft room trying to open the door with much futility, i quickly realized that this would not work. the windows were barred, it was late, and no one would be back from the restaraunt for a least another 45 mintues.
i was utterly trapped.
i am utterly clautsterphobic.
i was in a bano
in egypt. (which technically makes it a hammamm, not a bano)
this sucked. in a big way.
i banged. i kicked, i pounded, i calmly spoke out the barred window… “hello? ummm… i’m stuck in the bathroom…hello?” (again, with much futility), i tried not to hyperventilate, i thought about this blog to cheer myself up, i stood on the toilet and put my face up to the barred window to breathe, and i kicked the stupid door some more, just to prove that i was really really irritated and tired of being locked in this clammy little bathroom.
so after about a half an hour of this…to make a long story short, i was rescued! one click from the other end and i was out. the owner was laughing at me.
i was not laughing…okay, i laughed some.
this is bano clausterphobia.
i miss egypt.
it happened in here…is this hut not terrifying?
fabulous, amazing, breeze producing machine!!
why hello there… i think i’m in love! (explanation of the magnets…jenni bought me these for christmas… as of right now, the only metal strip that i own, which holds magnetic objects, is my fan. so there you have it. magnets on my fan.)
