After two days in Alexandria, I decided to take a walk into the more "uncharted" areas of the huge city. I left in the afternoon, and didn't make it back until after midnight. It was quite a walk and I don't know how many miles I covered, but I was actually happy to see the sign for my crappy little run-down hotel.

At one point, I came across a small train station. It looked dysfunctional in every way, so I decided to hop and see where it would take me. I observed one train go by and noticed the train really just slowed down and didn't really stop, every one hopped on as fast as they could, those who could run fastest usually got on last as the train sped up. The doors were left open permanently. So, the next train I jumped on smoothly, I was proud of myself; but the only problem was everyone was staring at me. This was disconcerting for two reasons: first, for the past two days I've been here, not one person has stared at me, I fit right in; second, everyone staring at me was female, most of their faces veiled. Just as I realized I made the mistake of getting on a female-only car, I heard the conductor yelling at me. I don't speak a word or Arabic, but it wouldn't have taken a genius to figure out what he was mad about. I jumped off the car as fast as I had jumped on, and quickly hopped onto the next one. For a second I imagined myself having made a huge mistake, and I imagined being in an Egyptian jail; I tried to blend into the crowd as best I could. Luckily everything stayed normal and no policemen came after me.

Anyway, I got the best haircut of my life in some back street place. The barber took his time and was very very meticulous. He used an old school blade for the close trimming, that made me nervous for a second. They washed my hair and gave me a face mask. He even trimmed my nose hairs! He had a young boy of about 12 years helping out the hold time. It was awesome.

I was lost for a while, walking through dark alleyways, stray cats everywhere, old men smoking the vases things, I forget what they are called, when suddenly night turned to day as I turned a corner. It was an open market, open past 11pm, tons of people everywhere, selling anything and everything. The butchers had live rabbits for sale. The would make a little table out of empty milk crates and place about 30 rabbits on top. They would fight and jump around like a nest of mice, but never jump of the little table. They must have vertigo or something.