but that didn’t keep us from trying. We heard that our house had really deteriorated since the Americans all left and the embassy returned the buildings to the landlord since he wouldn’t make the repairs they required. (Like the faulty elevator!) So we were prepared for it to look a little different, but how much could change in one year?
Walking past church — gorgeous flowering tree. The little hut is where the police stand guard 24 hours a day.
Getting closer . . . our pit has finally turned into a building! We walked by “our pit” every day, always taking bets on whether the project would be finished by the time we left. It’s not quite completed, but it’s getting there.
Here we are — no more local police since it’s no longer a diplomatic residence. The grass was dead, trash was blowing around in the yard, and everything was overgrown. The place was completely deserted.
No more guard house either.
It was sad to see it like that. But, moving on . . .
we continued our normal route toward road 9. Time for a self portrait!
Ah, the familiar piles of trash . . .
The boys had to stop at their favorite bakery to get chocolate covered sweet rolls.
Waiting for Daddy to get a local sim card for his phone . . . taking forever.
Walking up Road 9 we found that many things have stayed the same, but some familiar places are gone, boarded up, or under construction. After all that walking, we decided to head back to the apartment so we could pack up and head to Cairo, phase two of our trip.
Crashed out on my back — time to head upstairs for a nap!