I must say, however, that my first night here has been utterly exhausting. Here are a few of the highlights:
- I decided to escape briefly to the gym before moving on with my evening. This gym is on the top floor overlooking the Nile. Oh yeah! BUT... in a stroke of irony, the machines all have fancy little televisions mounted so you can watch and jog at the same time. And those little TVs blocked my view of the Nile. I call that: two perks canceling each other out.
- When I got back from the gym, I found that my butler. Yes, I'll write that again: my BUTLER. My butler... my butler had rearranged my stuff to turn down the room for the night. I'd pulled out my clothes in a rush to find my running gear and had put a pile on the bed and a pile on the chair. He'd then moved those to the closet. And he'd rearranged my shoes and stuff. This made me feel very very awkward. So I locked the door with the deadbolt and put up the do-not-disturb sign (a hanging made of leather that says "shhh").
- After my shower, I had a skype date with my lovely sister-in-law but, low and behold, the Internet had stopped working. I was connected to the network just not the Internet. Ick. So I got dressed to go down to the lobby to ask about this little inconvenience.
- I tried to open the door but nothing. Nada. That dead bolt wasn't going ANYWHERE. So I had no choice but to call my butler (with whom I have bonded in the last few hours, after all). He came and asked me to undo the deadbolt and it took me a while to explain to him that therein was the problem! After 45 minutes of four men banging and wiggling from the outside, a custodian jumped in over the balcony and opened it with ease. Stupid me - all that wiggling had loosened it up but I hadn't thought to try it again!
- The hotel manager was with the men in the hallway and when he entered, he said something along the lines of, "Yes, I guess that bolt might be a bit hard for some LADIES to turn." Oh, he got an earful from me! He offered me dinner on the house and I might have accepted but I asked to change rooms anyway and that took another two hours. I'm too tired for free dinner.
- Yes, it took two hours for them to change my room and I'm so so tired. During those two hours, fortunately, the guy did get my internet fixed - apparently my computer had to be "approved" on their system or something like that. And I called the butler once or twice to see what was going on and made a trip to the lobby to remind them I exist.
- In the new room, the first thing I did was test the deadbolt. And it was TIGHT! Not as bad as the first room, but it had that potential. So we called maintenance.
- I called room service and begged for a hamburger, nothing but a hamburger, medium instead of well-done because I'm tired. I'm waiting for that hamburger right now.
- Then I turned on the TV. It didn't work. I called the butler again. My butler has gone off duty and another guy showed up to activate my TV. He wanted to give me the whole tour of the room, which proved a bit helpful. It turns out that my movies-on-demand and my drinks in the frigobar are complimentary. Booyah. Or I could just go to sleep.
And here I am, feeling like an extremely demanding and prissy rich woman.
Dear Imperfect Prose friends, I so enjoy our community and am loving feeling that you're my friends I meet up with once a week. I know this isn't the deep sharing I try to do on Thursdays but I hope you accept it anyway. If you're wondering how many times a girl can move in a year, watch this space. This year is proving impressive. I think I'll be here in Egypt for a month.