Ironic Immortality

Salam. Mustafa here. I'll pick up from where Ameer left off.

By the time we finished our applications, it was 2:00, and we were starving. After praying Namaz, we started walking around the vicinity trying to find a decent resturant. With traditional Ameer and Mustafa luck, we stumbled out of a sideroad into a gigantic traffic circle. It reminded me a lot of the area where the Agha's Supermarket is in Pakistan (sorry for non-Agha patrons. It's fairly hard to describe.) At the one end of the circle (I know there are no ends to a circle, but this was more like an oval) was a massive concrete building, built by a highly utilitarian Egyptian without a grain of fashion sense. This monster, we later found out, is the Mugamma, the place where we are going to have to renew our visas (not loking forward to it.) One the other side, we found out, after much pointing, gesturing, running away from bakseesh seeking police guards, was the Egyptian Museum.

(Sorry to cut it off here. will continue later).