This is what happens. Lonely planet writer lands in a semi-popular destination (eg. Aswan) and finds an off-the-beaten-track, well hidden joint serving cheap food to local clientele. He/She lists it as the number 1 or 2 cheap eats option and by the time you get there (only a year after the book was published) it has turned into a fancy restaurant with menus, table cloth and sometimes even fans. Not only have they lost their local market, budget travellers like me can't eat their either. The tourists with all the moolah would never go there because the book calls it cheap. Each time we try and find a cheap eats place, it's a semi-fancy empty restaurant with over eager, almost desperate staff. I'm sure Rizzo would agree - a classic marketing disaster. Usually the good joints are couple of doors down where the locals have moved to.
Oh! the sugarcane juice here... my god!
Egypt feels like Africa. There are trotros! Oh I miss trotros. While Morocco seems like a country having an identity crisis, Egypt is very comfortable with it's middle-eastern roots. Today I take a train back to Cairo. I plan on spending 2 nights in Alexandria and then catch my flight on 27th night (which gets there 30th morning :S) from Cairo.
See you all soon.
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