They’re everywhere, and they look just as you would expect them to: underweight. Within five minutes of putting fish skeletons from lunch in the hallway yesterday, two white-and-grey felines had sniffed them out and dug into the trash bag.
The photo above was taken from the rooftop terrace of my new (and still temporary) apartment, which happens to be two blocks from the other English teacher, Giorgina’s flat as well as her boyfriend’s pub. Charlie’s father opened The King’s Head Pub in 1994 and passed it on to Charlie in 2007. It’s a cozy little joint that made me forget I was in Luxor.