getting married

definitely not.

everyone seems to want me to follow the broken wheel as they did and find myself a wife. I have no problem telling people including my mother that it will never happen.
the wedding day is so important for egyptian women, mothers want to see their sons get married, girls want to get married, mothers want to see their daughters get married to wealthy/prestigious men.. its so boring. they loose weight, they go to the gym, they get excited, they shop and collect, they take extra care of themselves in anticipation of this one day then it all goes to waste as they get fat, realize life goes on after the wedding night and life is not all pink anymore.. its retarded.

there is so much that I could say about this topic because its been brought up lately.. It prompted a very deep and open conversation with my mother late one night.. we sat in her bed room, she smoked her cigarettes and I explained my world view and we both laughed.. I very pleased that I could tell her as much as I did and find her to be accepting.. we talked about sex, love, my living situation, having kids or adopting, etc..

I've had a similar but slightly even more open convo with Dudu (nadia), my mother's best friend.. I had payed her a visit, and we sat in her bedroom and chatted over all sorts of things including my sister and her complicated way of dealing with things... but also my love for men like especially Egyptians.

marriage is such a corrupt bullshit institution, someone is always paying far more, someone is always compromising way more than the other.. its just not fair.

head

one of the main activities that I partake in while in Egypt is enjoying the pleasure of hashish in the company of my very dear cousin Ahmad and a few of his friends. although this has become something of a habit when I am here (meaning it can happen every single day) its always and consistently a strange experience.

I tend to be very relaxed when I smoke hash (thats what I thought its for).. and so I get very very comfortable, and usually smile and laugh.. I am happy head.. however smoking is a very intimate thing because of the reasons I just said.. so when its done with new people, it can be a bit uncomfortable for me, as I get a little paranoid about my behavior and what I say.. or not say.

I hung out with most of these guys last year.. but unlike me, they are willing to go into the street for a walk immediately after smoking! I would rather avoid light and crowds, they seem to not mind it, they even crossed the 5 lane road in Stanley beach last year and I was with them.. mind you this is a high way!

the thing is that my cousin, Ahmad, is the kind of person who does whatever he can to please everyone, never complains, is never rude and a person who is always like that never really says the truth.. so if I say or do something that he doesnt like, he wont tell me, will smile and let it go, so unless I am paranoid I would have no idea... but then I never really know at the end.. ! it drives me nuts.. I want to know, do I imagine that I am retarded when I smoke or am I retarded.. tell me!

anyway.. we smoked every night my first week in alexandria, then I left to do some travel, and then we smoked again the last few nights i was in Alex. every time something feels funny.. but not funny funny.. maybe awkward is better.. add to that my sexual perversions that are always hovering around my head making myself convinced that all or most these guys are interested.. this is of course fueled by subtle and sometimes not so subtle behavior from some of the guys.. anyway, I am annoyed that i dont really know how they feel about me, if they are just nice to me as a guest or if they actually enjoy my company..

oh man.. a couple of them are really hotilicious.

a nile ride

one of my fantasies before coming to Egypt this summer was to take a falucca (sail boat) ride down the Nile and spend a night or two on the board, of course in my fantasy I am alone on the boat with a stud of a falucca captain.

well once I made it down to Aswan I made sure that I attempt to realize my fantasy. on my third day in town, I left from Hamada's home early in the morning and headed for the waterfront (the Nile is referred to as "the sea" by locals).. I should have talked to more than one captain but the first one I met along the corniche was so insistent that I check out his boat and was vaguely flirtatious that I gave in way too easily.

we made a deal for a full day trip to Komombo up stream including spending a night out on the nile.. we immediatly went out into the river, stopped to pick up beer for the trip (8 bottles) and some snacks.. he even promised to get us some hash to pass the night...

the trip was relaxing, the scenery was beautiful and the weather was surprisingly breezy..

just north of the town we stopped on the side of the river to go for a swim.. I never thought I would actually be convinced to jump into a river but I did.. I guess it felt like its the time to do it, a now or never kinda thing.

somehow after the swim, and after being out of the city with nothing on the banks of the nile, and of course being alone in the boat with this man, it all turned kinky.. he was grabbing and rubbing my hands, he offered to give me a massage then I had my head on his lap as he sailed down the river.. it was almost my fantasy, except I was thinking in my head of a falucca captain i met in Luxor who was the a real fantasy all on his own, muscular, perfectly hairy, super masculine and just gorgous all over AAAnd he was smart. anyway, thinking of this mohamed guy from luxor I was falling into my falucca captain's seduction.. soon I started to feel his organ against my head..

cut thirty minutes and after a quick exchange of oral sex it was time for another swim.. this all happened far too easy, I was hoping for some more tension but there was none, he wanted it more than I and so the chase never existed. apparently thats thing with upper egyptian men, they are eager to get it on with anything anytime anywhere and with the aid of 'Bongo' a cannibis-type of drug that enhances sexual performance, they even rub it on their member! these dudes are constantly horny and they even check each other out in ahwas.. at least some do.

the day progressed and the heat is rising as well as the wind, which can made difficult sailing conditions, so we decided to moor the boat on the other bank of the river and take a siesta. unable to sleep because of the heat and flies, I was begining to feel frustrated and unaccomplished.. I wanted to get out.. afterall there was nothing to chase after so it didnt feel like a challenge followed by a reward, the guy was ready to do whatever pronto.

when he got up from his siesta, he came and sat between my legs as I laid down on a think mattress on the floor of the boat.. he was suggestive enough for me to understand that it was time for sex..

he emptied a little room on the body of the boat that has been named "magic room" and which is used as storage.. we crawled inside and had sex. it was the kind that was too quick to count, and was followed by a feeling of guilt, since no real pleasure was gained.. it was also the kind of sex after which I can only see his imperfections, the dark gabs between his teeth, his dry skin, etc. I knew it was time to turn back and return to Aswan..

have a very shaabi day II

aah yes, so I pick up from before where I left off wearing a strange white very light cotton short galabiyya, apparently good for sleeping in the summer.. we had gone home (alone, no one was around) to take a siesta before going out later.

I cant help it but feel sexual tension.. again, this is such a reoccurring theme in my life.. and I always convince myself that its just in my head.. however I recalled when we were in Hamada's family home and he told one of the kids to shake my hands.. the kid did, then Hamada asked him "do you know who mohamed is?" and the kid responded by making moaning like noise and moving his hips back and forth, thats when he was told to leave the room.. its very strange I know. we are talking about a 10 or 11 year old! but maybe he knew something I didn't know.

although I was tiered and would have liked to take a nap, the heat and the presence of this man opposite me wearing a similar see-through galabiyya is making me a bit uncomfortable to say the least, plus I had thought about making sexual advances but again feared that I might have misunderstood the situation.

I pretended to sleep.. he eventually got up and left.. it confirmed to me that I was to do something else other than "sleep"... but why didn't he start? an hour later I heard him come in and again pretended to be sleeping.. anyway, the whole thing was a bit weird and something was supposed to happen but I shied from beginning something.. all this was confirmed when he went to take a shower, the bathroom door is missing the glass panels so taking a shower is not very private, and he was masturbating!

we then got dressed as the sun had gone down, he gave me a white galabiyya so that I blend in more, my shorts were enough to make me stand out as an outsider.

we went to the waterfront.. then went to eat some macarona bashamel from a man Hamada promised to make the best bashamel in town.. the man sold the pasta from a table on a back street from the waterfront.. it was not a stall, shop or anything like that, simply a table with the pan and small metal plates to serve.. we stood there having some of the delicious baked pasta

then went for a walk on the water front where handsome fallucca men hang out and "working girls" prostitutes equally compete for attention. one stood out, she was wearing a bright red dress with ruffles that made the rest of the world around her look gray.. he had a thick layer of red lipstick and walked slowly if not evocatively in her high heels.. Hamada explained that this is not unusual and that there are cheap hotels where one can go to do everything from simply have a room to wack off, get a handjob (probably from another guy, probably a younger guy), a blowjob or the rare occasion of actually having intercourse with a younger male or a woman such this one on the waterfront.. all this depends on how much you want to pay and the availability of playing partners.

we walked further down the Nile to Salam Park which Hamada noted is known as a sort of pick up spot.. there were families and children .. he insisted he was approached once by a european woman in her 40s who frisked him and offered oral sex, and another 40 something european man who did the same, Hamada claims he gave both a shot.

skiping alot of the detail, we went to the souq street for another original flavoured shisha (the entire time I am with him I had to get used to smoking the head-spinning original flavour).. and while there one of his relatives that I had met earlier stopped by.. my god, that man must be massive... I mean down there, I mean you can see it in his massive thick muscular hands and fingers, his features and massive lips and if that was not enough, he was wearing fitted black pants and once he sat down at the ahwa I couldnt stop looking at his bulge! anyway...

we left to go home and as it seems that Hamada knows everyone in town, he is greeting and being greeted by every shop keeper, random pedestrians, etc.. he was also greeted by a man working on his horse drawn carriage.. he then offered to give us a ride.. here i am at the end of a long day wearing a galabiyya riding a hantour (horse&carriage) to go "home"

back home.. his wife and two sleeping kids were back.. I wanted to sleep on the roof (would be second floor) under the open sky in the breeze.. Hamada quickly set up my bed on the roof went back downstairs.. I was later surprised that he returned to sleep next to me! leaving his wife sleep alone.. I again wondered if this was my time to do something but I was too tiered to care and fell asleep for real this time in minutes.

I was awakened the next morning to the sound of screaming cocks and the singing of birds and the gentle morning light.. Hamada was there with breakfast already.. a typical Saeedi (upper egyptian) breakfast: a glass of hot freshly squeezed milk and a piece of upper egyptian bread

have a very shaabi day

I had a very eventful last couple days here in Aswan. I will start from the end and work my way back in time.

I just had lunch in a shaabi (Working class alternative to Egypt's slick middle class food, music, etc.. ) little restaurant. I had chicken, a block of macarona bashamel (egyptian baked pasta), moloukhia (egyptian leafy green soup, plain chicken soup, salad and bread all for 7 pounds about US1.25.. and it was really good.. I found this place with my local friend Hamada who took me there two days ago when we first met. he picked me up from my hotel after I had just returned from a long day trip to the temples of Abu Simbl in the south.. the trip left at 4 am the night before for the 3 hour drive.. we arrived at the temple site at 7 am and the sun was high in the sky but dim, a very strange light, it might have to do with being so far south and the time of morning, you could look straight at the disk of the sun without squinting.. as you arrive, you see a large mountain like mound, its the back of the reconstructed Abu Simbl after it was cut into parts and reassembled at a new site away from the rising waters of lake Nasser.. oh and the lake itself is an amazing thing to see.. its enormous (largest man made lake), with islands and a ridiculously rich natural life (massive fish, tones of birds, foxes, Nile crocodiles, etc..).. as you turn around the mound, the the massive faces of the four seated Ramses II statues appear out of the man made mountain... its a really impressive sight.. this is one of those things that I always wanted to see and again cant believe how lucky I am to have seen it in my lifetime along with the hundreds of other monuments that I have seen.. its one of those moments where I can really appreciate how lucky I have been.. aside from the hordes of trashy Italian tourists, it was a great experience. because of the unpractical convoy system (police escort) the buses had to leave at around 9... after another 3 hour drive back towards Aswan, we visited the Aswan High Dam (which does not appear very high when one is standing on top of it, but its a massive structure (18 times more material than the biggest of the three pyramids of giza *thanks lonely planet for this kind of info*) anyway, after that we went to see the temple of Philea (the last pharonic temple to be built.. it was also relocated from a would have been an underwater site because of the Dam project.. today its on an island, reached by boat and its really one of the most beautiful sites I have visited anywhere.

enough of this, more about the exciting part of that day.

I made it back to my hotel and on the way called Hamada to come and meet me.. I met him a week before randomly when I was having a foul and falafel sandwich on the sidewalk in Hurghada as I was waiting my bus... we talked, had a tea and shisha together and I promised to call him when I come to Aswan, which is where he lives.

it was oven hot outside, I mean its difficult to describe how hot it felt except if you imagine heating your oven to about 400-450 then open the oven door and stick your head in there.. it was hot.. we went to have a multi course egyptian lunch at a local place which was yummy, but I did not really fit with my shorts, sun glasses hanging on my collar and a tight tshirt.. however saying SalamuAlikum to the men present was sufficient to let them know that yes I am egyptian.

this reminded me a bit of my experience last year with lotfy in tunisia, the guy who gave me the local life experience for a day.. I had to eat the chicken with my hands and when I finished something more was coming (typical egyptian working class mentality that you should eat until you cant breath) it was delicious non the less.

then we went for a shisha (the plain honey tobacco not the touristy apple flavor, which they would laugh if I asked for that), it was too hot and then we went to visit some of his family.. we took a microbus (local mode of transport for Pt 25) and went to a typical poor working class home, with the unfinished upper floors, ready for expansion upon availability of funds or the need for more space, and with the wonderfully aged and pealing wall paint of two different tones of green and the simple yet comfortable wooden furniture with flower pattern cushions.. the home although small and crowded with I dont know how many family members was full of smiling faces.. I was a bit of an attraction, and they were curious to ask me questions about being egyptian american, and traveling in egypt etc.. they served me a drink made from Doma, a hard bitter fruit from a palm that has the shell of a coconut but is fully dry (resembles wood), it is crushed then mixed with water and sugar in the blender.. it was .. interesting, but a first non the less.
they then served me Shai Mazboot (perfect tea), and finally insisted that I not drink from my bottle of water but rather have some water from the Nile (which they had cooled in a container) although I never thought I would drink directly from the Nile, I was glad I had to.

we then went to his house, to do that we took another micro bus, then went further out of the city across the train tracks where we took another car.. we passed a weapons factory, a chemical factory with yellow smoke coming out of its chimneys, and the streets started to become unpaved.

his home was yet again a typical unfinished construction with the first floor completed with three rooms painted that tone of green upper egyptians love.. I took a shower then was given a summer light galabeyya to wear which was pretty much see through

I gotta run for my train to Alex.. ill finish later

black egypt

people (especially from the north) always pair Luxor and Aswan together but there is nothing really in common between the two cities besides that they are egyptian. Luxor is the last frontier of Al Sa3eed (the people of the lower valley, usually mocked in the north for being hard headed if not stupid even (and they are far from that, I am learning so much about how prejudice city folks (alexandria and cairo) are towards people from other parts of the country and personally I am much more fond of upper egyptians, bedouines and siwis than I am of city people who I concider to be diluted, confused, not as interesting, business oriented if not even boring. Aswan is the southern most city in egypt and is the gateway to africa and you can really see it in its people.. although there are many who look typically egyptian from the valley, there is also a great population of nubians, and people whose liniage is african from sudan and even western africa.. with eyes wide apart, and a bigger wider galaba that ranges from solid colors to pin stripped pink, blue or green, these are yet another group of people.. who ever said that egyptians are homogenous!

I just sat on a popular ahwa (coffeeshop) to have a sheesha and tea and the arabic (egyptian and lebanese) music videos playing seem here to be as foreign as western videos. typical videos here playing on one of almost 20 local music channels which are the staple in any egyptian coffee house involve scandalous overly sexualized women dancing and singing in showers or riding in bikinis in slow motion on a horse on the beach with her face partly covered .. they are just not part of the upper egyptian environment even more so than they are from any egyptian city really..

the tables were covered in a wall paper pattern that my family had in the 1970s.. there is an old feel to the south that it maintained, I even told my cab driver tonight that Aswan reminded me of egypt in old black and white films.. surprisingly the recent fashion of girls wearing headcovers with tight pants shared between northern egyptian cities and turkish muslims as well as the gulf never made it here, there are many women dressed as they looked in those old black in white films with no headcovers etc.. its a breath of fresh air for me.. people here are much more straight forward and honest and haven't developed that double face that northern people have. also (and this is regarding men only as i have been mostly interacting with me) sexuality here is far more open and people are not ashamed to ask direct questions and seem to be comfortable with whatever comes their way, for example I have spoken here with men about my sexuality which they respect and seem to have not the slightest problem with, which is something that I would not do up north.

before coming back here to have a sheesha and blog, I was at Nubian House Resturaunt, which was recommended for sunset views over the city. its a nice place on a hill overlooking the islands of the nile and the city but i felt like it was also a tourist trap.. prices were a bit high and they had an "authentic" nubian house that they show you around where you are finally ushered into a souvenir shop.. I had walked there after a visit to the Nubian Museum, which is actually a nice building and a good quality museum, however the collection is unimpressive if not confusing.

I left Luxor this afternoon with a microbus (the local popular mode of transport which costs 25p - less than 5 US cents!) ofcourse the mode of transport takes a route outside the nifty and spiffy city center where tourists meandor, there was a makeshift market among the construction site of a road overpass, and the typical non-aesthetic of exposed brick and concrete sturctures began to take over. the micro bus took me to the edge of town from which I took another to the parking lot of mini buses that connect cities and towns.. a man stopped me with a big smile and shook my hands very firmly, sexual overtones hover around the handshake.. again!.. I went on and finally got on my bus to Aswan.. the road is pretty incredible, the three hour journey is along one of the many canals where I even saw a medium sized crocodile! and kids still swimming in the canals (despite the massive health campaign against such activity). sometimes the road is among lush green fields on both sides and sometimes the rocky desert was on the left side and the lush fields with forests of palm trees were on the right near the river.. the entire journey cost 12 pounds!$2

leaving luxor I realized how much i didnt photograph.. buildings and people.. I am too embaressed to take pictures of strangers in general, so the most impressive part of my experience of egypt on this trip (the people) are totally absent from my pictures.. even the buildings, in such a rich place the extraordinary gets all the attention especially on a first time visit so most of my pictures are of the ancient, however there are gorgous early 20th century buildings that still stand and some are being used or slightly added to, unlike such buildings in both cairo and alexandria which are becoming more obsecured. I wish I photographed these 1920s buildings with there high wooden cielings visible through windows if you look up from the street, some had a very modern take on ancient egyptian aesthetic, others had a very typical european aesthetic while others were typical 1920 modern.. along the way to aswan I saw the train stations built in the 1920s which were identical and consisted of a simple block form with a long horizontal plane creating shade on either sides of the block, the plane concludes on either side in a graceful curve.. there were also white washed villages built into the rock with bright white exteriors, simple cubic forms and nile blue windows and doors, like a tunisian or greek village built into the rock overlooking the nile.. pretty amazing..
in luxor there were also the old winter palace that once belonged to the royal family and is now an expensive hotel.. so much to fill the eyes, one visit can not capture all this, only the basics and the most obvious.

its almost 11 pm and I have booked a trip for Abu Simble leaving at 4am only in a few hours.. AbuSible is the massive Ramsis temple that was cut into sections and move up away from what has become and underwater site due to the rising waters of lake Nasser after building the Aswan High Dam.. I am excited to see it, it is another 3 hour journey south to the edge of Egypt with Sudan.

I just got a call from Mohammed, a man I met on the street in Hurghada who is from Aswan.. he is inviting me to spend the night with him and his family tomorrow.. this should be another special experience.

adventures happen

wow.. today was a true adventure day.. I started later than I wanted to, around 10:30, left the hotel with my bike and headed to the ferry to cross to the west side of the river where the rich archeological treasures hide beyond the lush green fields. on the ferry, I was again a bit of an object of curiusity as people are not sure if I am a "khawaja" tourist or an egyptian. I was approached by Hamdi, a young handsome man in a galaba and we started a conversation that I can not recall.. when we arrived on the west he invited me for a tea and shisha. he later gave me his number as he offered to take me with his boat to Banana Island. once he uttered the name, my thoughts immediatley went to the gutter, as I thought that the island was a fictional place that is a code for oral sex.. very dirty on my part. but I would find out later if the Banana Island myth is true. our conversation at the coffee shop as usual with egyptian men took a very shamelss turn and revolved around sexual curiosities. I had to leave before the I and the day get hotter, and so my journey on the west began.

biking was so pleasant, the road from the boat goes straight and perpendicular to the river with lush lush flower bushes on the sides only hiding even greener fields behind.. I first came across the village of New Gurna by Hassan Fathy of which only the mosque, theater (closed) and a small strip of shops remain.. I was told that a couple of the houses are still there but if they were, they must have been overshadowed by more recent, typical unfinished concrete & brick building.

the man guarding the door was amazing.. old, wrinkled, dark, and with teeth so yellow they were almost gold in bright sun. he showed me around the mosque with great detail of the construction techniques and the materials, and methods of making the various arches using thread and simple tools.. it was a really special experience to have such a rish guided tour of the building by someone who knows it so well. the mosque is still being used although very lightly. the central courtyard was planted with very lush plants. after the extensive tour, I climbed the steps to the top of the unorthodox minaret for a general view of the area.

back on my bike I was met by the two colossal Memnon statues, the only remains of a great temple. I arrived at the same time as a massive tour bus and when I asked a man to take my picture he replied in a strong british accent "no no, no thanks, yalla" an automatic reaction, then he realized I wasnt selling him anything so he said "sorry, you know how it is.."

I continue up the road for another kilometer before I reached the ticket office. I have been lucky to only pay egyptian prices which are 2 egyptian pounds per site (about 30 US cents) this is compared to tourist prices which cab be fom 40-70 egyptian pounds (typical international prices for such sites)... the man at the ticket suggested a few sites to me and gave me the proper tickets..

off again I went to Madinat Hebu temple... amazing, I have never seen anything like this... I was far more impressed with this temple than I was with Karnak which was overcrowded with tourists and lacking in well preserved reliefs with alot of missing parts of the structure, it is still impressive, but my expectations for Karnak were hight. Here I had no expectations and I was stunned.. this temple is gorgous with lots of rich rich rich reliefs that you can come as close to as you want, entire walls fully intact, amazing chapels where you can wander around alone! it was really impressive. a man at the last hypostyle hall showed me a few "closed or prohibited areas" ofcourse for a small tip... these local men in their colorful galabas and white headdress guard the temples but also act as makeshift guides, they know alot, this is really their culture. he showed me a wall relief in a room that was closed for restoration work where a pharoah is shown with his large erect penis.. he even asked me to take a picture with it with my hands up as if I am grabbing it! (I love Egypt)

it gets better

my next site was an area of ancient workers' tombs, they too had magnficent burial spaces not just the kings and queens. there I saw two tombs, it was blistering hot at this point and I rested a bit.. then I was told that my ticket allows me to see a small temple on the site and I was directed to it.. I walked there, it was a bit removed from the guards, but the gate was locked.. a couple of minutes later a man came with the key to the temple gate.. again it was a very private, one on one affair to experience such a place. the temple had three chaples in the back each with amazing reliefs of the process of death, judgment and rebirth on the other side. again there was a large relief of a pharoah with a large erect penis which the guard could not miss to point out.. he then added that this particular man was known for fucking all the women in some kind of a war situation, I cant remember the details.. then he added "like me... I have to fuck my wife at least 3 to 4 times a day... I have to, I need it!" I was shocked (I really need to loose this shame/embarecement that we are so used to in the west) anyway, the man appreaed to be in good health and was not bad looking either. he was 42 but looked younger and said its because of a hearty diet of meat and eggs (so southern egypt), he also has 4 duaghters and a son. he wanted to marry another woman because his wife sometimes doesn't want to fuck. I love how this type of conversation is so normal here.
the temple could have been visited in 10 mintues but I was there with this man for close to an hour, talking about all sorts of sexual things related to his "strong penis" and his constant need to fuck.. I was very curious, I mean there is this raging man in front of me in this typical southern egyptian dress, in a small dark temple chaple in the middle of the desert alone! its the stuff cheap gay fantacy books are made of and it was my reality.. it gets better.. I was standing close to the man when he was pointing to a relief when my hand brushed what I assumed was his penis.. I confirm that it was, I brushed my hands again... IT WAS... either large or semi erect I am not sure but it got me off! I was not sure what I should do, I saw in my very realistic mental image what I would like to do but I was not sure if I could.. however when I brushed my hand against him again and it was very obvious, he only looked at me and said "as long as you are happy, if there is anything you want to do, let me know!" WOW was that an offer? its too good to be true.. I am not sure.. then I hear the yacking of italian tourists approaching the small temple.. my close encounter with a real desert sex monster was suddenly over!

in complete awe of what just almost happened I sped away on my bike to my next site the Ramesseum (a ramsis dedicated and built temple) then I went on to the famous temple of Hatshepsut... it was a very very hot and dehydrated experience but I can still say that despite the fact that the temple has little of its reliefs today because of ancient graffitti and defacing the face of the queen by her step son after her death, this is an amazing building! it is so modern its really difficult to believe how ancient it is.. it does not follow the typical plan and structure of temles and its very horizontal facade, sturdy square columns and minimal decoration, really it looks like an early modern building.. very impressive to see!

as I am leaving the temple I met Hassan, a little kid (maybe 12) with blonde hair who lives in the local village and he offered to show me the way to two magnificent tombs and so I went. the tombs were great and I will skip the detials but I should say that one had a very cave-like stairway down and amazing scenes of making wine in great detail with the entire ceiling covered with the image of grapes!
the second tomb next door was also very interesting with a very very long plan and a ceiling that rose from the door to about four times that height by the end of the tunnel-like space. this was another special tomb-raiders kind of experience, as the guard set a mirror outside the door to the tomb so that it shines a beam of light into the space.. he later gave me a reflectiv surface that I can use to reflect that beam of light on to any part of the large wall so that I can better see the reliefs (very old world, very special)

I took my bike back and rode from Hatshepsut temple until the ferry back to the east bank all in one single ride with no stops and no water.. I am surprised I did not have a sun stroke today!

I took a much needed shower and went to meet my friend Hamdy whome I met in the morning on the ferry (we had plans to go to banana island)... and so we ment, he no longer wore a galaba, just a typical nike shirt and pants and off we went in his large boat which normally seats about 18 people at least.. he did not bring hash as he promissed earlier but we went down the nile away from luxor in the direction of aswan, passing by all the large 5 star hotels.. meanwhile our conversation was again about sex and a very direct and honest one (i am not used to having such conversations with a seemingly straight guy that I just met that morning.. but here that seems to be normal.. he even said, we egyptians and especially us nubians are very open about sex! I think he meant more the men but I understand what he was saying) he eventually got me to admit that I like myown kind and even asked me what role I prefer and other such questions.. he then said that he would like to try curtain things.. suddenly we arrived at banana island.. its a real place! with banana trees! the boat was moored and we started our walk. he seemed ready to try something new and next thing you know we went off the path and into the banana trees.. he tried something new today.. it was a bit quick and the experience had the feel of a crime and the after feeling of guilt, but its his first time, I shouldnt expect too much.. he was reliefed and I was ready to go home to finish my dinner.

midnight on the roof

sipping a cold Stella and smoking a shisha on the roof top of my hotel overlooking the temple of Luxor with the Nile a couple hundred feet away and the cliffs of the west in the distance.. my view only interrupted by a few apartment buildings and a 19th century minaret.. 'One more time' by the Cure comes on, followed by 'One Brief moment' by Natacha Atlas and "Bleed the Orchid' by the Smashing pumpkins and then 'How to Disappear Completely' by Radio head, I can't help but feel sad and nostalgic... I'm not thinking of anyone in particular, just the collection of people I have met in the last couple of weeks but particularly in Dahab.. again I prove to myself that I am simply in love with love itself.. I'm not sure if the romance is in me or if it is in this place.

prelude to Dahab

now that my sense of adventure is back, because I dont know where I am staying tonight or how I'm getting there.. I am a little nervous.. I liked the chilled out comfort of being in Dahab for days.. anyways.. let me tell you about Dahab >>>>>


first of all I took the long bus from Ismailia after friday prayers... the journey was long with a few stops along the edge of sinai down to sharm and back up the other side to Dahab.. it took close to 8 hours.

the landscape is stark but the road brings with it traffic, and lots of trash.. I was offended by the amount of trash on the sides of the road, mainly plastic bottles and soda cans.. (since I arrived in Egypt, I immidiatley noticed that plastic bottles are a problem here as people consume bottled water in massive amounts and hardly dispose of them properly -- recycling exists but its done in the most backwards way, people dispose of all their trash together, then some poorly paid person goes through it later at another site to separate plastics, glass and aluminum which can be sold for recycling -- anyway, right infront of my eyes, on the bus the guy infront of me, after finishing his bottle of water, simply opened the window and threw out his empty bottle in a plastic bag into the high way!!!!) I was disgusted.

the checkpoints in sinai are a massive pain in the ass.. more so for egyptians, tourists are supposed to feel more secure, which egyptian workers from the valley have to constantly display their ID and explain where they work, etc..
tourist areas in general but sinai specifically bring out identity issues for me.. because I am egyptian, but I am also a tourist carrying an american passport.. the issue comes up all the time when paying for entry fees to protected sites for example or when looking for a hotel room.

when I arrived in Dahab finally at 10 pm, I went to a hotel that was recommended by lonely planet and the receptionist said they were full.. I moved on and reached penguine village which also looked appealing and the receptionist said it was full.. I couldnt believe everything was full! there were three girls ready to head back to cairo and awaiting their bus near the reception and we struck conversation.. one of them happens to be from NY.. and even from NYU! so we hit it off.. later as it was exposed to the receptionist that I carry another citizenship other than egyptian, a room suddenley became available!

there is much more to tell, it gets much better from here. gotta run for the bus, I have no idea where I am going!! Al-Qusair here I come.

waking up

I arrived in Hurgada a couple of hours ago and it just hit me, I feel like I just woke up from a long dream. life in Dahab has an dream-like feeling to it, that was intensified by leaving it for this busy big city. I had my last lunch in dahab, took the bus to sharm el sheik from which I took a high-speed ferry to Hurgada (a two hour trip rather than the 8 hours by bus)... once I got here, its not what I expected it to be at all.. I knew that I didnt want to stay here, but I have to come here to move on from sinai to the south of eygpt// I have heard from tourists in Dahab about hurgada's 700 room hotels and 11 pool resorts (which I havent tried to see, I just wanted to figure out what I am doing) but behind all the glitz on the sea is a pretty big typical egyptian city with half-finished concrete buildings, microbuses, car horns, shops everywhere.. the usual.. I really dont like it here.. its not my kind of place. this is my first chance in a month to really sit down and blog.. I have to wait for a bus leaving at 1 am (in two hours) for Al-Qusair, a city that I never knew existed until two days ago..

I dont like the way people do business in this big cities especially if there is tourism... everyone is at risk of being ripped off.. especially by taxi drivers.. I already overpaid so much money just on taxis...
strange to see myself overpaying for a taxi when I see people from the hordes of russians here taking the micro-buses which cost less than one pound!

I already miss Dahab, its gorgous! and I felt really comfortable, met great people, hooked up with hot guys including a 20 year-old Bedouin... the staff at the penguine village were amazing, flirtatous and super friendly.. its a different egypt from Alexandria and Cairo.. its the egypt I usually talk about even before I actually found it. I really dislike the people in the cities, and I am falling in love even more with the people of the desert.. just like last year in Siwa, this year the people of Sinai are becomin my obsession.

Here, just after I arrived and my attept to find a cheap room here to spend the night failed, I returned to the bus station to inquire about the Qusair bus.. then got a Foul&Falafel dinner and was inspired to eat on a sidewalk one block from the busy station area... I sat next to a man in a gray galaba...as I was eating he asked me "you dont look like you are from here" to which I replied "I'm from Alexandria" as I always reply to that question when in Egypt. we started talking.. I dont remember what the conversation was about but it was more or less about life in egypt, here in Hurgada and where he is from ASWAN! I was excited to meet an Aswani before going there.. I had a good feeling talking to him, so I invited him for a tea and shisha... very nice man, he promises to be my guide in Aswan!

red sea and Dahab sand

for the first time since I arrived in Dahab a week ago, I was sitting today alone at the usual beach-side bar with bedoine pillows, palms piercing the wooden roof of the simple shelter and I had the first real opportunity to look at the surrounding scene. the curtain of light haze and sand that has been concealing the other side of the red sea has been lifted, the wind was calm and the view of the pink mountains of saudi arabia was clear. the sun was setting, and I was having a cold stella in one hand, a shisha in another, my headphones playing Yo La Tengo wearing a green shirt against the yellow and blue pillows watching the sea turn red.
this is the one of the most beautiful places I've yet to see, the rough mountains appearing to be massive flat cut-outs arranged one after the other, the basic elements of blue sea, clear air, bright sun, minimal vegitation... its austere, striking..

feeling sick

this sucks.. I hate feeling sick when traveling and alone.. i dont like taking my body for granted and not appreaciating simple things like swallowing and breathing.. with a sore throat and trouble breathing, no energy, feeling drained, its all adding up. not sure what happened.. it might be the change in weather here from cold to hot, or smoking and talking too much.. or drinking that shit in cesky krumlov that I dont know anything about besides that its called "fire water"... who knows, it could be a combination,. as long as its just that and nothing more, I just want it to pass.

going to dresden today for a night then berlin.

im behind with bloging but I have lots of notes down that I will revisit to fill the gaps.

bad vienna, good vienna

it was really nice to see for miles picture perfect fields with wind turbines along the road from Bratislava to Vienna.. when I arrived it was freezing, I mean it was winter tempratures or atleast fall, overcast and gray, not very appealing. my mood was in the dumps. the guy at the hostel desk lent me a sweater because he noticed I dont have anything to dress properly for the weather. on my first day, I was striken with disappointment as I visit the city I was most excited about visiting.. the ringstrasse was disappointing, everything was not up to my very high expectations, even the secession building had a parking lot for tourist buses infront of it, making it difficult to take a good picture. I started walking and quickly reaized the city is pretty small, I was running into recognizable buildings left and right which made me think, wow this town is really kinda of a village. the otto wagner station at Karlplatz was turned into a mini museum for the architect and they charged an overpriced ticket for entry.. all in all I was not very positive about the place.. (I later learned that my disappointment and disatisfaction had much to do with the gray weather, and random rain showers, not with the city itself.)

I was walking in the small park by Karlplatz when I noticed a sculpture of a mother and her child (both nude, she appears to be squatting to give the boy a bath), someone had put a black T-shirt on the woman, covering her nude body.. it reflected the tension in the city amongst its inhabitnats.

later in the afternoon I stoped by Arena Club on the edge of the city. the club occupies a slaghter house and is now covered with graffiti and hosts hardrock and techno parties.. it was very early, I justwanted to see the place without getting myself in a bad situation (if I went at night when its full, who knows what can happen) the few people there with their shaved heads, and tattoos looked at me and then went on to finish their beers.. It seemed like a cool place, but probably not without a local or atleast a group of friends.

on my second day I started by visiting the hunderwasser buildings in the city including the garbage incinerator with a giant gold disco ball on the smoke stack, hunderwasser house, the apartment building that has become the most exclusive address in the city.. then I discovered my favorite place in the city, Nashmarkt, the city open air market.. what a great place.. I love city markets like the one in barcelona but this one was even better, it was bigger and instead of a square plan, it stretched like a long street.. there was everything from fresh produce, to stuffed peppers to nuts, to hundreds of variaties of olive oil, cheeses and wines, it was so good for the senses. I bought a bunch of stuffed things (peppers, tomatoes etc, all stuffed with yummy goat cheese..

the weather on this second day was great, and my mood was hence much better. I then went to Museum Quartier, the new museum district of the city and there I found my favorite public space.. it was a great courtyard in what used to be the stables of the king, now filled with boat-like sculptures to sit on and relax, with djs playing music for free, and the new modern art museum occupying the corner.

my second day here was 7/7/07 and what better place to be to watch the Live Earth concerts.. they had a giant screen infront of the City Hall broadcasting the concert with food venders and bars temporarily set up for what they usually do in that space over the summer months (a free film festival).. I sat there for over 4 hours, enjoying the weather, watching the concert and I met these two gay guys who couldnt stop kissing in public.
what was up with the beastie boys, they completly suck.. they do not give a crap about earth or even their backyard.. they were clearly using the event for self promotion, having had the opportunity to briefly see them at Sonar, I know they are full of crap.. the same goes for the pussy cat bitches.. what the fuck was that. they are so nasty.
my favorite part was definetly the metallica set and I really wanted to see the smashing pumpkins ofcourse but time different didnt allow for that.

the two gay guys directed me to a place called club Camera where a party called heaven was taking place that night..
the music was good, the club was small and I couldnt find my Austrian dream guy, but there was one cute indian guy there who approached me and we made out for a little .. the austrian dudes who were there, were not my type and some of them including the bar tender would drop their jaw once I say im egyptian.. not sure whats the reason, orientalism, fetish, I dont know.

wien ist ein dorf

yes vienna is a fucking village.
but first, to pick up from last time.. I went to Milano for one night (practically 15 hours total) to see Marco.. it was a very sweet reunion... we went to get something to smoke and his friend (forgot her name) told him to pick her up from the hospital (she broke her foot the day before) .. anyway, what a character.. you cant make this shit up, she is wack! the girl works at the airport and aparently goes to work with large blocks of hash and bags of coke.. married to a tunisian who beats her up and she likes it then goes out to parties and hooks up with 17 and 19 year olds (shes 32) the girl is nuts. anyway there is no hash so she suggests that we go to this "airport party" in some country club near the malpensa airport and there she goes with her broken foot hopping on the other.. it was kinda fun.. the place was pretty cool with tents set up everzwhere with different music and such.. good looking people, and one reallz fucking hot dude that I had my eyes on.. it was also cold. later went home with marco and had a very hot romantic morning with la traviatta playing in the background.. how hot!

i gotta be brief cuz no internet time.. but on the bus from milan to the airport there was a chinese guz flossing his teeth behind me.. whats wrong with these people.. oh and here in this internet place there is an american dude with a tufts shirt playing online poker! whats wrong with these people.

the Z and Y are switched on this german kezboard so I dont feel like sazing much more.

Gozo + dirty Europeans + nationalists + other random crap

dont have much time but I want to fit as much as I can.. I'm back in florence after a long ass travel day yesturday on two buses, a ferry, two more buses, a delayed flight and one more bus from Marsalforn on Gozo to Florence. last night I saw Richard and Jovi from Boston, they are here with architecture students for a month, we met at piccolo.. it was hilarious, I needed the laughter after being kinda alone in Gozo for three days, but I didnt need all the beer I drank.. I feel massive today.

I had gone to gozo after 4 nights on malta, everyone advised me that 3 nights is too much but lonely planet had given such romantic descriptions of it that made it seem like the ideal relaxing spot as the island it one third the size of malta with one tenth the population. there was a motive to stay one more night on malta and only go to gozo for two.. it was maltas biggest gay party happening in Rabat.. I would have normally camped out in anticipation, I mean its malta, men and gay.. right? Not really, I guess I was generally disappointed with the men, and most of the women are just scary. they get lost in the thousands of norther european tourists (who are so fucking dirty! leaving piles of trash everywhere!) and the few northafricans who have blended with the population.. a friend of mine brought my attention to inbreeding, aparently ultra orthodox catholics in malta means marrying into the family! well I notice a few funny looking people and one woman with a full beard. anyway, the better looking guys were clearly decendents of north africans ( I am not being biased, thats really what I saw) anyway, after one more night at Klozet with the crew I had met at Adams bar who all came down there and within 10 minutes took their shirts off, it was hilarious and slightly a sad sight. I then made the unusual desicion to keep to my original plan and miss the big all night gay party happening the following night. after a long day on the beach, which consisted of a giant flat rock where you sit reached by climbing up and down a steep sandy/rocky hill (the beaches here have been also slightly disappointing.. very small, not much sand and usually crowed with those hordes of blonds from frozen areas of europe. these beaches, although the water colour is beautiful, have nothing on the beaches in Egypt or Tunisia where miles of soft white sand give way to miles of turquize shallow waters) anyway, after the beach I went to catch the ferry to Gozo, missed the last bus and had to pay a steep 7 lira taxi ride (thats like fucking 22 bucks to go from midtown to downtown) I finally reached Marsalforn where I stayed for three nights.. oh my god holy family fuck me! so many families, so many kids and so much ice cream! no tourists only locals which is .. charming, but umm, fucking boring. I wasnt really in love but I thought I was doing something totally special since, well, how many people have been to a small town on tiny gozo for the weekend?

I spent my days in Gozo on the beach or hiking, I probably walked a total of close to 18-20 kilometers split into two different hiking adventures. the first day after seeing the mini city of victoria (the island's prime city) I wanted to go to the beach but the next bus was not for a while so a driver suggested I go to this other place on the coast and I agreed.. there was really nothing for me to do there since it was primarely for divers, so I started hiking east in the direction of the beach I wanted to go to. Now, there are no real roads, no marked paths and the landscape goes up and down with high cliffs along the coast that makes it difficut to know where I am.. It was a long and difficult hike, I felt like I was in the desert and that if I passed out from a sun stroke I would have probably laid their in my own skin and bones for the rest of Earth's existance. luckely after a couple of hours I thought I saw the village I wanted to go to in the distance but a great valley was between us so I would have had to go far inland to go around the valley.. along the way there was nothing, but kinda of a wasteland in some parts (maltese are terrible to the environment, I cant believe such a small country with such a tiny population can be so obusive to the land, as if they get paid to fuck it up!) the landscape here is very desert-like, its rocky, with no major vegitation, only the type of small plants that manage to grow out of the cracks inteh rock, and lots of lizards.. but after the fucking 4+ foot lizard I was living with in Ko Chang in Thailand, I was over prepared to deal with these tiny ones here. I also found a hourse. very cute, like a pony or something, I took his picture and moved on. well I never made it to my desired destination but I was headed in the direction of victoria so I kept going until I reached the main bus station and cought a bus back to Marsalforn and sunbathed on a rock there.

I had noticed this seemingly good looking probably north african guy on the beach. I later met him at night along the courniche with his Sudanese friend and his Tunisian friend, he was moroccan. they were pretty much drunk and the tunisian guy had gone for a swim in his underwear. maybe 10 minutes later the morrocan already asked me fo money so he can buy more beer.. it was awkward. they complained about how the maltese suck (and they kinda do) and how they hate tourists (however without tourist money they would seriously have nothing to eat) it is slightly true, especially on gozo which had a different feeling from Malta, the people were more family oriented and closed and didnt do much.. one cafe owner in valetta in malta said "they dont spend money, they only make money".. I wasnt alone when I met the three african guys, I was with Don, a South Korean also solo traveler staying at my guesthouse.. the drunk tunisian proceeded with typical asian jokes such as calling my new korean friend Chin Chung, Ping Pong! anyway we left.

I had tried the staple of Maltese food that night.. Rabbit! it was boney, but the meat tasted like a combination of beef and chicken..

before I forget, this is not a related topic.. on both ocassions I had a threesome on this trip, it was usually followed by a session of showing me pictures.. the couple in florence showed me pictures of their trip to brazil adn the couple of malta showed my studio pics with a million hairstyles.. I later learned that the maltese guy was a hair stylist.. its strange

Maltissimo

I started yesturday with a trip south to the Blue Grotto. Although I initially just wanted to look at the natural rock arch from a viewing platform so I save money rather than take the boat trip, I ended up down at where the boats leave and so I just payed the 3MTL and did the 20 minute boat ride.. and it was totally worth it. the caves are pretty beautiful but the most impressive part is the color of the water in these rocky caves, a florecent blue! not kidding you when I say florecent, its like the boat is floating in a radio active chemical.. but as soon as you exit the rocky formations the sun bleaches everything and the amazing colors are gone.

after the Grotto, I went back to valetta (you have to go back there in order to take a bus to your next destination) then went on all the way northwest to Melieha Bay for the beach. it was a relatively long drive but really nothing longer than going from Newark to 33rd street on the Path Train. what a weird place, lots of scandanavians! oh and families with lots of kids. I thought Europeans dont have that many kids.. well the ones who do have alot of kids seem to come here for relatively cheap hot summer holidays. the water was is very shallow in the bay and very blue.. I took a swim, wrote my postcards and tried to get as much sun on my back to fix the big patch of relatively white skin that was exposed in the shape of an upside triangle on my back after I pealed the first layer of skin for the summer.

now comes the nightlife.. I didnt come to Malta expecting anything at all from nightlife, if anything i was expecting relaxation and sun and quiet nights. and it is like that if not even boring at night, there is not much to do besides strolling on the waterfront. however there is Paceville, St. Jullian which are next to Sliema and within walking distance. there is a nightlife ghetto, with bars, pubs and clubs. I had to see it, so I went and oh my god 'how cheeesy' was my first impression. first of all, there really are lots of kids here. the majority of tourists are families and package tours from Northern Europe. at night the teens of these families go out all dressed up and everyday as I come back to Sliema after my days out the bus gets stuffed with these teenyweeny things.. boys and girls. they go out as drinking age here is 16! oh and thats the age for consentual sex too... I just havent seen a 16 year old that turned me on, I guess I prefer men. anyway, when I finally made it to the ZONE, it was jam packed with teens.. then I tried to find Adam's, a gay bar and hotel, which was on a relatively quiet street.. oh man, the first thing that came to mind when I walked in was Japanese gay bars.. reminded me of those gay bars I found in Kyoto hidden on the third or forth floors of a buildings, and the bars consisted of a single tiny room half of which is occupied by the bar itself and the maximum capacity was under 10! well Adam's was almost like that. there were a few guys and here they come: Some English guy of atleast 50 years who was later revealed to be the owner (he later showed me pictures of his internet boyfriend from venezuela aged 18!), then there was Mario (a maltese bartender and partner in the hotel who later claimed to be a model and that he cant sleep during the days following the one big gay party in malta because the drugs wont let him, attractive but tries too hard o and the train already passed him) then this little Maltese guy (very horny, not very attractive and wants some bad), this irish guy (probably 27ish, bald, likes to travel and it was later revealed that he is very insecure about his appearance) and a couple of other guys that I didnt meet.

I had a couple beers, tried Cisk (the local beer) and chated with the guys. later on went outside for a cigarret on their back terrace and the English owner dude made his first proposal, it was clear he has a thing for arabs. then he went on to tell stories of his "slut days" traveling in Morocco and Tunisia, he made a few not so subtle proposals for him to get on his knees infront of me, maybe to clean my shoes, not sure...

I thought I had enough and left with the irish guy to go to Klozet (a gay club or a bar with loud music) around the corner.. o and I think I saw the most heavinly perfect male creation ever born in the form of a bartender. words cant do him justice, he was fucking stunning and super nice ontop of it all.. Im going back tonight just to get a second look. there was nothing really remarkable about the bar except that it exists at all in a placethat reminds me of Egypt so much, i guess its possible.


about 15 minutes after we arrived and a couple of Cisks later I noticed these two guys standing near.. and in hopes to meet maltese guys I asked one if he was from malta, he wasnt but his boyfriend was.. five minutes later they both asked me to go home with them.. they were hot.. I said yes. aparently as I look out for hot maltese who I think are hot and exotic, they were thinking I'm hot and exotic.. funny how mutual understanding can just happen like that.

the maltese guy (21) was so hot or actually he just have a beautiful.. whats the word.... tool? his boyfriend was south african (27), also hot.. they warned me on the way that their apartment is small... ofcourse I didnt mind, all we need is a bed, a sofa or a floor, right? well, their place was fucking gorgeous!!! they are so spoild to think that its not the amazing asset that it is.. I would never dream of owning its equivilent in NY, maybe that doesnt make sense, but it was realy nice.. a restored typical maltese house with amazingly high cieling, bare smooth limestone, the livinspace is reached by a narrow straight flight of stairs from the entrance on street level, then the bedroom was on one side (with a typical projecting bay window made into a sort of office space) and the kitchen and bath on the other side of the living space.. another zigzaging flight of stairs in the back takes you up to the roof which is a terrace with views of the capital inthe distance! Ahhhmazing. enough about their place, the sex was hot. we had a session, slept for a couple of hours (it was like 5am at this point) then had another session at like 8am then slept for a good 5 hours... it was all very very hot, top notch stuff.

it was late in the day, so they drove me back to my hotel, there was no time to go to the beach so I just went to Marsaxlokk in the south known for its seafood and fishing boats.. oh what a funny place.. like the rest of malta it feels frozen in time, like nothing happened here in centuries.. its a small fishing village on the harbour full of fishing boats with a handfull of resturants along the water serving seafood. my entire experience of Marsaxlokk had the soundtrack of Bingo! not kidding you, they love Bingo in this country (there are alot of old people) but here in this village which was so small that you can hear the number calling (in both malti/arabic and english) over the microphone from any point in the town, it even echoes.. kinda hilarious.. so I sat at Pisces, a small resturant which had no one since it was an in between meals time and faced the boats with the sound of bingo and enjoyed a meal. I finally got to try the local staple of fish soup, which was very yummy, a tomato based soup with little rise, little fish and lemon, it was after i had a starter which consists of a fava beans patte heavy on garlic.. then came the main dish, I ordered a sword fish steak (grilled) which comes with a tomato/olive/capers sauce and is served with salad (heavy on olivs and capers) and the surprise of the day (baked slices of curried potatos!) I thought the yellow curry was out of context but apparently its a local dish served with fish. the yummy meal coasting all of 7MTL ($20)

I was supposed to leave to GOZO (Malta's sister island) tomorrow, but I am extending my stay here by one day so I can go to Golden Bay for a beach day tomorrow and then Rabat tomorrow night for the annual big gay party.. I am curious

five cities in a day?

only in Malta can one see five full cities in one day.. Practically saw the important urban centers of the country in less than 10 hours.
but what a place! first of all its very charming, aged, a little messy but in a nice way, HOT! I was actually melting today, limestone-colored (the whole country), vintage, cosmopolitan (it reminds me of egypt circa 1930-1945, based on old black/white egyptian films).
so there are these odd little things like: 2 Maltese Lira bills, old big yellow vintage public busses, the language is a thing of its own (a semetic language, follows the grammer and structure of Arabic with over 80 percent of the words actually arabic or derived from arabic, however written in latin letters with some special letters to make up for the arabic sounds that are not represented in the latin alphabet, add a sprinkle of italian/french and some english words, add salt water and mix and you've got yourself an odd language that only exists in this tiny island country in the middle of the sea) conterary to popular belief very few people know italian, they only learn Malti and English in school.

its a very urban place, everyone lives in cities, mind you these cities are all very walkable in their entirety. they all kinda look similar, the more historic parts are more charming obviously but over all it just looks like a palestinian village with a sprinkle of baroque churches (only the interiors are baroque, the exteriors look very ostere and fort-like). everything is pretty much out of big blocks of limestone, there is no brick and not much concrete. almost everything is 3-5 storeys.

I cant help it but think other places when trying to understand malta, its like Port Said (there is this architectural element in all homes all over the island, its a sort of bay window but very much resembles a edited version of a mashrabiyya which can also be found in port said, it might be an english invention to deal with the sun and allow air [malta was british for about 150 years about the same time Egypt was british and many egyptians were exiled here]), Alexandria (especially Sliema where I'm staying, which really looks like alexandria complete with the corniche but on a smaller scale of course, meaning no 8 lane highway along the waterfront only one lane for each direction), Havana (there is a frozen-in-time element here with old buses and store fronts that have been out of business since Malta was no longer a british colony, you can actually walk down streets and forget that its 2007), Tunis (with its windows again, doors, and the character of the streets) and probably some other places, maybe Palermo or something but thats probably a stretch. Malta definetly resembles a north african city more than it does a European city. I think this is the obvious and natural answer to the search for a place that is a bridge between east and west (or north and south), its a very catholic place where everyone speaks a derevative of arabic and the lifestyle, culture and cityscapes are truly a blend of arab and european.

much of the history of malta revolves around defending themselves against the turks, and so in St. John Cathedral (the main church of capital Valetta and the country) there are many symbols such as an angel crushing a turban under his foot or and alegory of St. James driving the arabs out of Spain in addition to a few others. its a very baroque church on the inside, but very nice, worth the 2.50MTL ($7.50) entry fee.

Valetta is Europe's first planned city! meaning it was planned and built (1566) in one shot with a regular grid and fortifications.. I loved it, its gorgeous and antique and tiny. thats where I started the day then I took one of the big old yellow buses to Mosta where there is Europe's third largest unsupported dome after the Pantheon and St. Peters. the dome was hit and punctured by a bomb in 1942 when fell throgh into the church but never exploded.. of course catholics love that and concider it a miracle. then i waited an hour waiting for a bus to Mdina. during that time i people watched and it was pretty interesting, boys here are very... juicy? and develope early. anyway, finally got to Mdina and oh my god this place is fucking gorgeous!!! very well restored and taken care off, it is, like the name suggests, a walled city on top of a hill, its also referred to as the silent city, all you can hear are birds and trees in the wind, the streets and buildings are perfect, I cant believe people live there. from Mdina I took a bus to an area near Valletta called the three cities, and only visited two of the three.. Senglea and Vittoriosa. both off the tourist radar so people were a little confused seeing me wander the streets with my guide book. at the tip of Senglea there is a fort (there are so many forts here its funny, what are they protecting? and from who? was it that bad?) I stopped to roll a cigarett as I was alone with a handsome maltese.. I used his lighter and in a quick look I made an assessment, he is angry, frustrated, horney... fucking hot! he was making a joint, the first i've seen in malta (alright ive only been here 24 hours) but I wasnt sure if I should talk to him, he seemed to be one of the few who didnt pay attention in english class or maybe he rebelled against school all together, I like that type. then i took a long walk around the dockyard creek to vittoriosa, also a nice city with a fort at the tip and lots of wealthy english families.. the fort had a sign reading (closed for restoration) but the door at the top of the ramp was open. did they think a sign was gonna stop me, I went a head, and it was awesome. me alone at this massive fort with the sun setting over four different cities in the grand harbour.. i got a boner. I dont know what it is about fortifications and solidarity that makes me horney, so I dropped one. it was magnificant.

anyway, boys here are hot, I should take a shower and try to make some maltese friends or possibly go back to this waterside cafe and have a shisha as I did last night.. I am too excited to just go to sleep even after 10 hours of walking.

oversexed and overdone

Oh My God, I had mosquito attack for the last two nights, my skin is pealing all over my back and I can't believe the Smashing Pumpkins CD comes out next week but I probably wont be able to hear it until I'm back in the US!!

Thank God I am only in Florence for one week, unlike last year when I stayed a month. Marcelo is officially the most single track mind I've ever encountered. The guy thinks about his next fuck while he is fucking ( not with me, we are only friends) but seriously he is such a sex addict.. a bit of an alocoholic by my standards, in the tradition that we have, on my first night in florence with him we drink wine and catch up and of course I vomit.

I thought Florence was going to be relaxing after the action in Barcelona but NO. I did hook up with Marcelo (very unusual, since we really are only friends and the last time we had sex was the first time we met four years ago), then there was this really nice guy Rocco, he was something!! he had all the features I look for: beard, wide shoulders, big eyes and amazing kissing. marcelo had to spend the night on the sofa. and then I spend sunday with Marco, a friend of Marcelo's, and his boyfriend of 14 years who in all their 14 years together only had 4 threesomes.. they just had their 5th on Sunday. it was a very cultural day for me, I spoke lots of italian.

marcelo on the other hand is rediculous, me him and marco went to the beach on saturday and then stayed for the beach parties when at 5 in the morning he gives me his car keys to drive myself back to florence since he met a boy he wants to fuck, ofcourse the boy has an older boyfriend who only agreed to the deal if he gets some too! there was no way I will drive after a long night of drinking and dancing for the first time on a road in tuscany for one hour, so I went back with Marco, hence my sunday.

oh my god, gay people in italy gross me out. its like new jersey circa 1995 and as if nothing has happened in the music, fashion or whatever else for the last 12 years. people still actually have blonde tips on their hair, wear tight stretchy shirts and well, undermine their masculinity as much as possible. what a contrast with Barcelona. when I got into florence last week it was after 1 am and it was relatively quiet, then a car passed with a bunch of probably straight italian dudes blasting terrible music, thats when it hit me that I am back in italy, where the guys dress terribly and everybody listens to the worst music possible.

last night went to a Verdi opera and marcelo and his guests joined. so Friday Marcelo's freind Antonella (35ish) and her husband (65ish, with a ZZtop/Gandolf the white look) and their two friends from California arrived and they were to stay at Marcelo's of course. thats why for the last two nights I've been staying at Armando's where I have been attacked by mosquitos. anyway, the California 4 are a very nice group, very interesting for me though, I never actually met anyone who actually does the whole Renaissance Fair business, meaning they live in trailers and travel to fairs where they sell stuff. AMAZING! who would have thought I would finally get to meet such people in Florence, home of the Renaissance. needless to say their company was very pleasant... I learned alot. :)

The video here is from one of my last nights in Barcelona, very tense. Me, Yanis and Freddy hung out all day at the post Sonar beach parties, then were met with two of Freddy's freinds, two older guys. anyway, we finally go to Freddy's Friend's apartment, also an architect like me and Freddy, so its naturally very nice, but the guy seems to be sexually frustrated, the other guy however just keeps smiling at me hoping I would give him some.. anyway, the who night passes and nother sexual happens (thank God) since I would have wanted it to only involve Freddy, Yanis and me not the other two. the video I think captures the tense and strange atmosphere at like 5:30 am at this point, slightly high.

I'm off to Malta in a few hours, really excited.

5 shades darker

its hot. where do I begin.. I survived Sonar week in BCN with only a couple of scratches and a severe sunburn, which is a good thing. I at met Claire who is a friend of Adam from Cambridge, she now lives in Barcelona and works for an english weekly paper [BCN WEEK]. I met her on first night after my long trip over from NY and I was totally beat. we she was waiting for my with her folding bike at the entrance of the subway stop infront of my hotel, I knew it was her. we then went to a bar where we ran into her dealer and ended up having my first morrocan hash joint for the summer only two hours after arriving in the city, not bad. her dealer, like most meghrebis was obviously bisexual and was inspecting me like I was a potential boy for him. I would have gone for it, but the next day was Sonar, and there just was no time to waste with hot morrocans, its all about good electro right now.

I was a bit.. eh, disappointed with the line-up for Sonar-by-Day this year.. it was OK but the first day was the slowest.. which is good cuz it gave me time to check out the record fair, the exhibition, sonar cinema and all the other side things that come with the festival without missing out on good music. I met these two Iraqi sisters and their English friend, who of course asked me for drugs. apparently I would be an amazingly successful drug dealer. I was asked on average of 15 times a day during the festival if I had pills, hash, coke, or MDMA to sell.. I'm not sure what would make people assume I have drugs to sell, could it have been the way I look, the way I dance, or maybe the fannypack? not sure.

The first Sonar night was a special Beastie Boys concert and a rare performance of Narod Niki (a kind of electro orchestra of over 10 DJs programming music live on stage together). I was smart enough to sleep through the Beastie Boys and just made it in Time for Narod Niki which went on at about 2:20 am. It was pretty damn good.

Sonar days are long, the day begins at noon until 9pm then the night begins at midnight until 9 am. basically if you want to see all the acts of the festival then you have 3 hours to eat and sleep at night and 3 more hours to eat and sleep in the morning. I basically lived off Cheese, bread, beer, cigarettes, hash and water for 5 days..

Here are some of my favorites: there was a video installation that was a sort of video representation of sound. so these were extremely minimal, repetitive visuals that correspond to very minimal noise.. it was realy amazing, its hard to describe. but it was really good to see when I smoked a little too much hash and just wanted to hide from the sun and the crowds.

there was this guy (Tuomas Toivonen) from finland, his performance was pretty good. he programmed his music live on stage with a very minimal set and then he sang over the kicks. my favorites were: Now is Better, which went something like this (now is better, is better than ever, I love the present, I hate nostalgia.. contemporary forever..) very funny and I cant do it justice.. the other one I liked was Utopia and it went like this (U is for Utopia, U izzz for Utopia....) then he sings the concepts of Ebenezer Howard about city and country.. again it was pretty hilarious, I really appreciated it.

the highlight from Sonar-by-Night was by far the Ed Bangers showcase with DJ Mehdi and Justice, very good live, people were dancing like there is no tomorrow.

Digitalism was OK, I didnt think they were amazing live.. but they were not as bad as Junior Boys who I like alot and they sucked hard live.. their music definetley belongs in the studio and on a CD.. and what was up with the bass and the drummer?

enough about the music..

more then anything Sonar this year made me miss the NY gang (Caroline, Erik, Christopher, Erica and Venessa).. our last weekend together was amazing and I can only imagine that they are going to be here in BCN next year so we can do this sonar thing together.

as usual I met some really interesting people...

Meir, a very hot israeli who was checking me out and when I noticed I walked up to him and asked "I thought I saw you looking..." then we exchanged info and met up again the next night at a BPitch Control party in Nitsa Club.. it was very hot very crowded but we found each other.. he is very handsome.. it looks like we will both be in Berlin in a few weeks so we may meet again there.. the whole thing was very sweet and we only kissed but somehow there is a mutual interest to connect in the future.

Anastasia, a 40 year old British woman who is a free spirit, traveller and most importantly a very good person. we met at a bar where I went with Claire on my last night in BCN. Ana and I ended up sharing stories of love, hate and other existantial crap but it was pretty amazing, it was one of those meetings that you would never forget, there was a strange energy that we shared, it was pretty amazing..

then there were Freddy and Yanis. we made eye contact at the digitalism show then yanis approached me and offered me pills or something, I thought they were tryin to sell me drugs, so I said no and kept my distance.. ( I am still paranoid from my experience last year).. then the next day I saw them again and Freddy, the spanish guy, smiled at me.. I didnt do anything.. then I saw them again the following day at the post Sonar Beach party.. this time I approached Freddy and said that I have noticed him around but wasnt sure what his intentions were.. we ended up haning out for the rest of the day and the night.. and boy it got really fun, weird, tense, bizzare at moments..

I am running out of internet time so I gotta finish this later :)

el viaje se funde

the trip that melts the face and burns the sole looks like this:

BCN, Florence, Malta+Gozo, Bratislava, Vienna, Prague, Dresden, Berlin, Budapest, Egypt

adventure begins June 12