The majority of my group just hopped on a bus to the Qatar airport.
Tomorrow eight of us, along with Denis, head back to Cairo.
Sitting at dinner tonight we rehashed this trip’s adventures.
Crazy cab rides, all-night cultural odysseys, camels, pyramids, out-of-place Irish bars, late night swims and hotel pillow fights.
I boarded the plane in Boston in a weird state of mind.
Cairo already had my heart and imagination from last year. The metropolis without those I discovered it with, was hard to picture.
Now as I chill with those left, enjoying our last evening on the gulf, I once again think about memories and what is to come. Cairo, without my fellow journalists tackling the streets, seems a bit bleak.
This year in Cairo I asked all the questions there wasn’t a chance for, searched for houses on my own, led peers (often to wrong destinations) and reunited with old friends.
With housing (insha’allah) in place and an internship that’s looking hopeful, I begin the next part of my journey.
Safe flight home friends.
I’ll give Cairo a hug for you.