Kristen Elise's Blog - Posts Tagged "travel"
An American Impostor in Egypt
Wearing a hijab forces one to accept one’s face for what it is. I quickly learned that even with my light brown hair neutralized, my face still says, “Not Egyptian.”
I knelt quietly on the carpet at the Muhammad Ali Mosque in the Citadel of Islamic Cairo. My shoes were left behind at the door and my hair was completely covered by the long, pure black headscarf. But rather than praying to Mecca, I was actually examining the architecture of the mosque. I’m not Muslim.
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I knelt quietly on the carpet at the Muhammad Ali Mosque in the Citadel of Islamic Cairo. My shoes were left behind at the door and my hair was completely covered by the long, pure black headscarf. But rather than praying to Mecca, I was actually examining the architecture of the mosque. I’m not Muslim.
More at https://damesofdialogue.wordpress.com...
The Protagonist's Trip: Solo Travel for the Author
Being arrested in Naples wouldn’t be so bad if the two totally awesome Naples castles were still in use as prisons. Instead, Castel dell’ Ovo and Castel Nuovo are paid tourist attractions, and a tourist under arrest in Naples is transported to a boring police station. I know this from personal experience.
It all started with a bus ride. I had been on the bus legally, or so I thought, because I had purchased a ticket. So when two transit cops passing through started checking tickets, I showed them my ticket and expected them to leave me alone.
But they didn’t leave me alone. Instead, they started motioning back and forth between my face and my ticket while yelling at me. I tried to ask them in my broken Itali-English what the problem was, but they just continued to yell at me in Italian as if repeating themselves was going to teach me the language right then and there...
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It all started with a bus ride. I had been on the bus legally, or so I thought, because I had purchased a ticket. So when two transit cops passing through started checking tickets, I showed them my ticket and expected them to leave me alone.
But they didn’t leave me alone. Instead, they started motioning back and forth between my face and my ticket while yelling at me. I tried to ask them in my broken Itali-English what the problem was, but they just continued to yell at me in Italian as if repeating themselves was going to teach me the language right then and there...
More at http://solofriendly.com/the-protagoni...
