Tagged: 8th Photo in my 8th Photo Folder.

When I first tagged by Caroline, I am very curious of what will I find in my photo album.
Instructions of the Tag:
1. Go to your photo files, select the 8th photo folder
2. Select the 8th photo in that folder
3. Post that photo along with the story behind it
4. Then challenge 8 blogging friends to do the same!

8th photo of my 8th album is the journey of demobilisation from Zafarana Hotel, Red Sea to Baltim, Mediterenean Sea. This photo taken from moving car driving through Port Said, Egypt. Clearly I was trying to shoot ladies crossing the bridge. Want to know the bridge's name? Read the Arabic words on the bridge.

One photo seems like not enough. This tag is all about 8. I guess only 8 photos can satisfy the tagging.

photos. Have fun!

That is our luggage at the back of vehicle. Reading the car plate is the easiest way to learn Arabic numbers. the car plate has 2 column, one with numeric number, another with Arabic number. Or perhaps get an Egyptian boyfriend may make it even easier to learn Arabic numbers or language.

Bye bye Port Said! Proof that I was really there at Port Said. These are toll booths. Leaving a place to go to a new place is an exciting journey. It is because every new place have its own significance. And of course many more photos can be taken. It can be very bored if stay in a place for too long.

River along the highway, there are some  houses built on water. I think fishermen live there. As you can see, there is no bridge to connect the house to land, unless the owner of the house like to swim whenever the owner wants to go home. Hence most possibly the owner is a fisherman, fisherman who fish with small boat, not fisherman who fish with fishing pole.

Drivers in Egypt are quite reckless. There are many accidents involved tourism bus. I always think it is easy to get killed in a car accident when touring in Egypt. Photo showed an accident involved a lorry and you can noticed police uniform.

This is our new basecamp in Baltim. Under the wood shed is our gym. By that time, our gym equipments are badly rusted. Those white containers are offices and we stay in white containers too, but without the window. Rain is coming. This ground if not mistaken is a swampy ground. Some containers even sunk inches after a while. High humidity cause our room to be moldy! A joke went around the crew saying we should wear our life jacket to sleep, in case the place flooded by sea water at night.

That is my first and favourite safety shoes. Hard to find same design of safety shoes again. Its shoe pads is curve according to foot curve and have massage buds. This design is actually designed for ladies, so the size is more like ladies size. I wore it for around 3 years. My foot is almost the size of a camel's footprint.

There are camel footprints along the beach of Baltim.

A fine day for fishing. Took this photo when walking to our jetty where we park our work boat.

Once I found the photos, I seem have so much to write, might as well try new scripting. This is the process of immobilisation from a project to another project. Finally settling down at the new location.

Is it interesting?

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Did I forgot something?

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*Doubt Jennifer will do the tag, because she always forgot me... uwargg. uwarg. uwarg 

Is urination in public a new trend?

Yesterday evening, I went for a walk on a hill. That hill is actually an old road and not longer use as main road. So it is tar road with bush and trees along the road, with good view of sea, however recently the scenery is covered with big houses.

When I was walking, suddenly an old man in 50s, around 50 meters in front of me suddenly stop and facing bush. I think he was peeing. It is obvious because after he finished his business, he adjusted his pants. Maybe the uncle thought no one can see his 'elephant' because it is small he is facing the bush, that was why he urinated so boldly in front of so many people.

Few days ago, my friend just told me that there are many people urinate in public recently. I never saw anyone urinate public before, And I get to witness public urination on Thursday. It can be a trend...

OK! Let's divert the attention to ME.

In 2007, when our crew was setting up our basecamp, at Gemsa, Red Sea, Egypt, the toilet was not set up yet. As ladies, we can't just squat and pee in an open space.

Hence we need a big cardboard to cover our action. Below is the photo of my friend carrying the cardboard. It can also used as sun shield.

Then we chose a location, where not easy to be detected from high. Just in case someone look down from the hill. So we decided this corner is the best. Learned from the cat, cover your own shit.

What a nice scene... But beware of human waste!

Egypt 2006

Reminiscing my first year of working abroad. By looking at the picture below, can you guess where it is? I actually wrote about this place in my first blog, in msn spaces.

The river is one of the branches of Nile river, Damietta. The other side of the river is a small town or village called El Burg. At the position where I took this photo is Ras El Bar. Ras El Bar and El Burg are totally different. 

Ras El bar is more developed, because it is also a summer runaway town. It will be very crowded especially during summer. Most of the building have architecture taste from many countries. However in El Burg, it is more like a village, in bad condition, not as luxurious as Ras El Bar.

When I went wandering with some friends (Malays Malaysian) in Ras El Bar, many eyes kept staring at me. My friend told me that I had attracted much attention, because no one pay attention of them when they went there before. It is not a normal scene of  Asian lady in the small town and moreover an Asian lady walking with so many men. Some local Egyptian tried to earn some money by offering to be our tour guide. It freaks me out when that guy touched my shoulder when I ignored him. Lucky, we met some Egyptian colleagues, who gave the guy an earful and shooed the guy away for us.

Therefore, I prefer to walk in El Burg. People in El Burg are not very materialistic. They did not see us as 'money'. The villages are friendly and not over friendly. Hardly get any weird stare from the villagers. Although the road I walked is soil ground, not a nice pavement, I actually felt safer there. No big threat from the villagers, but there is a big threat from bird's dropping. BIRD FLU!!

Bird seems to be very popular there. The name of our local boat's driver is 'Hamama', which means bird, not sure what kind of bird. He said my voice is nice, and gave me a name, Asfura, a small bird with a beautiful voice. A compliment indeed. I am a bird who can't sing.

This is a usual scene in most of the rivers in Egypt. Slippers and shoes at the riverside. If you decided to start a shoes business, you can start collecting all the shoes from the riverside. I am sure they have the Gandhi's spirit.

As Gandhi stepped aboard a train one day, one of his shoes slipped off and landed on the track. He was unable to retrieve it as the train was moving. To the amazement of his companions, Gandhi calmly took off his other shoe and threw it back along the track to land close to the first. Asked by a fellow passenger why he did so, Gandhi smiled. "The poor man who finds the shoes lying on the track," he replied, "will now have a pair he can use."  

Wish you all the best in your shoes business!