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Day 231 - Cairo Opera House

10th May 2012


Confidence in the camp was high due to our carefully chosen wardrobe and as such our day went as follows:
6.30am Laura wakes as the sun is making her side of the tent too hot, my side was cool, I get vaguely annoyed that she’s stirring.
7am Laura rises and goes downstairs to read her book, I assume a sauna mentality
8am I emerge, perspiration glistening in the morning light. The pyramids are still there.
10am Boiled eggs, melon and bread for breakfast. The idea of achieving anything other than our evening concert is quashed.
11am Begin reading
1pm Lunch
2pm Break for fruit juices ‘on the lawn’ (in the dust)
3pm We both agree that we’re quite tired with all this reading
4pm Shower, scrub and dress to kill
5pm Taxi and tube, my jacket and tie hidden to avoid looking like an idiot
6pm Arrive at the Opera House
6.30pm Dinner and fruit juices at a nearby cafe watching the sun set over a skyline of expensive hotels and unfinished high rises
7pm The excitement builds as slowly our cafe fills with the overweight middle aged people of the jacketed middle class who we’ll be joining for the evening’s performance, my jacket goes on.
8pm Sing song time, we try and explain to a chap that an Arabic programme will be OK. ‘Do you speak Arabic?” “No.” “Can you read Arabic?” “Err no.” “Why...”
8.05pm The performance begins and bar a few exceptions was a professional affair. The expense of a grand piano had been spared and replaced with a keyboard and synthesiser. The raw sound of the instruments was lost as whole thing was rigged through microphones and amplifiers and blasted at us through concealed speakers and the evening seemed to involve a spot of smiling infighting amongst the percussion section over who was best at the tambourine. The crowd also insisted on playing the ‘I know the end is coming and am going to be the first to clap’ game, much to our annoyance, but apparently it was the custom so in actual fact, we were the idiots for not knowing when the end was. It was though, a professional affair and a fun evening during which one extremely nice fellow insisted on supplying us with sweets and water.
10pm Leave and tube and taxi back to Monib and Harraniya
11pm Get into the tent and commence operation mosquito for yet another night in
11.30pm Sleep off another ‘busy day’ in Cairo

Posted by ibeamish 04:27 Archived in Egypt

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