70th or so Cairo return

And I still always forget how fun it is. Cairo has to be a candidate for the liveliest city on earth, and there’s always some little quirk with whatever taxi experience you have from the airport.

Tonight’s cab driver was white-haired, 60’ish. He had an air of serious piety, not only with the Qur’an readings playing on the radio (not rare, especially during Ramadan), but through the fact that he seemed really delighted that I made a few remarks about them after wishing him a happy Ramadan.

However, about halfway during the ride, he insisted on switching to the techno station. Actually… he asked me if I wouldn’t rather hear that station, and when I said no (out of respect to the Ramadan radio programming) he changed the station anyway, tapping his steering wheel the whole way. My guess is he was tired and that was his way to stay awake, similar to when I once saw my grandfather zero in on “Billie Jean” during an all-night drive from Pennsylvania to Iowa.