Thursday, October 08, 2009
At the queens temple.
Matt with our driver, Mohamed. He was great. This was before we got screwed over at this restaurant. There are no menus anyway on the west bank of the Nile in Luxor...go figure. So when they told us the price, they said 110 Egyptian Pounds. I almost choked, because Matt and I had been eating every meal for about 10 Egyptian Pounds, or less. One falafel is one Egyptian Pound, if that gives you an idea. So then after I said it was too much, they said 84 Egyptian Pounds. I still refused. I was really fired up about it. If you actually know me, I'm sure you have an idea. These men were then mad at me, because I didn't want to pay that much. After going back and forth and saying that it should only be 50...and even that was way too generous, I told Matt to get up and leave, which he smartly didn't question, and left, then I put a 50 on the table, stared into the man's face, daring him to touch me, really, or say something else...and walked out... I really can't remember being that mad or that pushed around for a long time. But I'm glad I didn't pay for 110 or 84 like they wanted. Maybe they'll think twice about taking advantage of a young American girl next time, although I doubt they will.