My Egyptian Odyssey Part 7: Poor, poor Clark
Cairo, Egypt. 00:25 11 Nov 2004
Poor, poor Clark. After dinner,
Chris, Hussein, Clark, and I decided to go on a felucca ride on the Nile.
The previous night, Clark had been on a date with a
cute, but politically troubled Egyptian guy, so Clark decided
to call this guy to see if he wanted to join us. His date was in a cab going
the opposite direction on the same street on which we were driving. Clark called to tell him to get out of the cab and walk across the street. Not being
the brightest star in the sky, in the words of Clark, he
couldn’t quite figure out this concept. When he finally figured out how to walk
across the street, he crammed into Hussein’s car and we proceeded toward our
destination on the Nile. The entire time we were in the
car, Clark’s date was talking on his cell phone in
Arabic, while Clark sat there waiting, looking bored.
When we arrived at the felucca, he continued talking on his phone until Clark asked him, angrily, to turn it off. While on the half hour cruise, he answered
it four times and went to the bow of the felucca to chat. As Clark later admitted, Cairo standards are
nothing like New York standards;
the pickin’s are rather slim…and well… a girl’s got to eat. While walking
back to the car, Clark’s date needed to stop in a hotel
to use the facilities, but did not want to go alone. He tried convincing
Hussein to accompany him to no avail. Finally Clark went
to “guard the door” for him. Once back in the car, he again talked on his cell
phone the entire way to their apartment. Right now, poor Clark is sitting in his room with a very, very annoyed look on his face. I will now
associate that look with Cairo
desperation.
