What happened???

So I went to the Palace of Mohammed Ali. Must say I can't remember a thing about being there. But I took pictures and they make me remember how much fun it was.

I was supposed to go to bed early the night before I was to go to the palace. But, my uncle showed up at 10 at night. And well I had to visit with him because that was th first time I had seen him this trip. So I visited and then all of a sudden it was 12:30. So he left and we were hungry so we ordered food and ate. And then it was 2:00 am and then I was like bedtime. So I slept at 2:30. I had to be up at 7:30am. So five hours of sleep. Which isn't as fun as it sounds. So I woke up and went to wake my brother and cousin up. And as soon as I got them awake, they fell asleep again. So I went into my room to get my stuff and all of a sudden it was 9 am. I fell asleep and don't remember it happening. All I remember is hearing my uncles voice and running to get into the shower. once that was done, I woke my brother and cousin up again. Ate breakfast and then was off. We took a taxi there. The taxi system is different here. Instead of getting in and then charging you a fare they barter a price. So the rider offers a price after saying where they want to go and then the driver offers a counter price and then they negotiate. So my trip to the palace was 10 egyptian pounds, which is practically pennies there. So taxi's here are dirt cheap. Which is nice.

When we got there, we had to go through security and then pay and then go through security again. Anyways, while we were paying, my brother and I were told not to say anything. So my uncle paid for us to get into the palace and it cost 2 Egyptian pounds. As we were going through the second set of security checks, a lady asked me where I was from so I said Egypt, of course I said it n Arabic. She was happy, then she asked my brother. And well he just looked at her. So she asked him again and he continued to just look at her. She asked him 2 more times and as she was asking I was saying Egypt, Egypt Egypt. Finally my brother got fedup with not understanding what she was saying. He turned to me and and asked me what she was saying. That made the lady point to me and my brother and say these two aren't from Egypt. My uncle was like no they are from here they are my sister's children. Then a man came up and was like do they live here? ANd my uncle told him no we didn't. The man said they have to be living here in order to be from here and we had to go and buy a tourist priced ticket. But then the man saw that we had paid for one ticket each already and said that we only had to buy two half tickets. A tourist ticket costs 40 Egyptian pounds. So I had to pay 20 pounds for me and 20 pounds for my brother. Which isn't that bad but it is all at the same time. I was hoping to have things cheap. So, I now have to carry my citizenship papers with me. Which isn't fun because its so much paper. But if it means getting into places cheaper then so be it.

I don't really remember much about the palace. Mainly because I was practically sleep walking. All I know is that I had fun. I know this because when I look at the pictures I'm like oh man that was fun and awesome. I do remember being scared though. We walked past the jail area of the palace. And I grabbed onto the bars of one of the cells while I was talking to my cousin. I was telling him a story about how the last time I was here I walked into the cell that I was holding on to and then closed the door behind me. Which made me lock myself in the cell. And as I was telling him this story I looked into the cell really quickly and then looked back at him. This quick little look lead to my being scared. That is because there was a man in the cell. He was just sitting there. I thought he was going to jump me or something so I pulled my hand back to save myself. My being scared, scared my cousin. When we both had the courage to look again, we saw that the man wasn't a man but a mannequin. So I had a heart attack for no reason other then an over active imagination. I also remember a green dress. I went into a mosque while I was there. Apparently I was showing too much cleavage. When I went in I saw a lady who was wearing a practically no shirt. It made me sad that tourists could get away with soemthing like that. But what can you do. And I remember the dude who was follwing me around. He scared me. My cousin was gonna beat him. iI pointed him out to my uncle and he spoke to him. Turns out the man was working. He was dressed in street clothes and pretending to take in the scenery. But really he was a cop. Go figure.

But other then that I don't really remember much about the day. I had a nap. Thoguht it would make me feel better but it didn't.