Summertime has been pretty quiet in Cairo. I haven't been traveling for work nearly as much as usual, and it's been way too hot to get excited about doing anything outside, so I've spent a good bit of time inside my flat.
I've taken on a few projects around the place and now have all kinds of ideas for painting walls and redecorating and the like. (You may need to refer to this post to understand why I feel the need to redecorate.) You might say I've been paying more attention than usual to the Martha Stewart-esque side of my personality. My most recent project has been to re-cover most of the furniture. I guess blue and yellow floral stripes just aren't my thing. And neither are black and gold Asian prints.
I started with the dining room chairs since they seemed easiest and posted the progress a while ago. Recently I decided to tackle the living room furniture. I knew this was an entirely new game for me. The dining room chairs project required nothing more than a pair of scissors, a hammer and a staple gun, but I knew the living room would require an actual sewing machine.
I thought I might want to purchase a sewing machine so I began looking. After about three weeks, I concluded that a sewing machine must be an incredibly difficult commodity to track down in Cairo, because I hadn't been able to find a single one. Thankfully, one of my colleagues told me that she had one and offered to loan it to me. I was thrilled at the prospect and took her up on the offer, ignoring her warnings that it's "a little old". I assured her it would be just fine.
I stopped by her flat one day after work to pick up the machine and quickly discovered that it was more than just "a little old". The machine weighs about 46 pounds (ok, that may be a slight exaggeration), comes with a bag of random metal pieces and a can of oil, and I'm pretty sure it hasn't been used in several years. I was terrified I would break it and intimidated, to say the least.But thankfully, the antique sewing machine came with a small instruction booklet that, while also antique itself, was quite helpful, even if I was scared that the book itself would disintegrate any second!
Anyway, it wasn't nearly as bad as I had expected. I haven't finished quite finished the seat cushions, but I'm pretty proud of my accomplishments so far, so I thought I'd post a couple pictures of my progress.
(I know this is a little off the usual travel/social justice/health subjects about which I usually write, but it's another side of me and has taken up a lot of my time lately, so I had to go ahead and post it. Hope it's not too boring!)
31 July 2009
Martha Stewart in Cairo
30 July 2009
Contruction elevator
There is no way that packing this many people into a tiny elevator over twelve stories in the air on a construction site can possibly be a good idea. It made me nervous even just to catch a glimpse of it out of the corner of my eye while at dinner tonight.
25 July 2009
S...l...o...w...
I'm discovering that something strange happens in this region during the summertime.
Things....slow.....down...... Almost to a standstill (not that things move particularly quickly during the rest of the year, but that's a whole separate issue and conversation). And people think you're nuts if you imply that they shouldn't.
The reason? Simple. The heat. It's just too hot to do anything.
I suppose it's the same reasoning that's used to explain why we Southerners speak and move a little slower than the rest of the country, but in this region of the world, this excuse takes on an entirely new meaning. It really is unbearably hot. And so people don't work or shop or gather socially until the sun goes down. I now understand why the Egyptian population is pretty much nocturnal. It didn't make since during the winter months, but now it does. Quite simply, it's just too miserable and unbearable to be outside during the day.
The heat as certainly taken its toll on our work. Even though I've stayed just as busy as ever in the office, my work outside the U.S. Naval compound has pretty much been stopped dead in its tracks. No trainings for laboratory or hospital staff. No sample collection. No assessments of new facilities. No travel to meet and develop new collaborations. And there's practically no one in the office. Apparently everyone saves their vacation time for the summer and uses it to escape from the heat for two, three, four weeks at a time.
The Djiboutians "strongly suggested" in May that we not return to their country until September at the earliest. The Ghanaians haven't stressed the issue as much as other countries, but it's pretty obvious that things will move more smoothly after a couple more months. And here in Egypt, people look at me like I'm crazy if I try to set a timeline for anything to happen between now and October.
Up until now, the heat as been the primary factor in all of this, but I'm afraid another factor is approaching that will slow things even more. Ramadan, the Islamic holy month of fasting, in which Muslims refrain from eating, drinking and smoking from sunrise until sunset, will begin in late August. The Ramadan fast isn't like the version of fasting that most of us claim during Lent, when we give up chocolate or sweets or television; Ramadan is true fasting - not a morsel of food, not a drop of water, not a single cigarette (which I expect to be a huge deal here, where every single man chain smokes from sun up til sun down) - every day for a month from sun up til sun down. As much as things have slowed down over the past couple months due to the summer heat, I expect the few things that are still moving forward to grind to a complete stop when Ramadan begins.
18 July 2009
Slaughterhouse samples
(WARNING: There are some graphic pictures in this post that may offend or nauseate some of you. On the scale of pictures that I could have posted, they aren't so bad, but I still feel like I should give a warning.)
I can proudly say that I have survived two weeks of working in an Egyptian slaughterhouse (first mentioned in this post). The study that we're doing in the slaughterhouses in Egypt is designed as a risk assessment, to see what diseases are being carried by the animals and insects in the slaughterhouses and determine whether the employees who work in the slaughterhouses may be at risk for catching some of these diseases. (For those of you in the medical field, we're specifically interested in Rift Valley Fever, West Nile virus, Crimean-Congo Hemorrhagic Fever, Q-fever, Brucella spp., Leptospira spp. and two sandfly fevers.)
We decided to collect three different types of samples to analyze in our laboratories for these diseases: (1) blood samples from slaughtered animals, (2) ectoparasite collection (ticks, lice, biting flies, etc.) from slaughtered animals, and (3) insect collection (mosquitoes, flies, etc.) using light traps and sticky traps. I recruited a team from NAMRU-3 (mostly made up of vector biologists, laboratory staff and summer interns) to help with sample collection, and we spent four long days at the slaughterhouse. Slaughtering begins at 2:00 or 3:00 a.m. every day, so we had to be at the site by 4:00 a.m. and we worked most days until 9:30 a.m. I suppose that's not too many hours, but it's a lot of time to spend in a dark, smelly, bloody, hectic Egyptian slaughterhouse.
In Egypt, as throughout the Middle East, animals are slaughtered according to halal methods to meet religious requirements that forbid such things as the consumption of blood or of meat from an animal that has been strangled, beaten or gored. Animals are therefore killed by having their throats slit with a sharp knife (in all reality, their throats are cut all the way through to the spine so the animals are practically beheaded). Since the animals bleed for qutie some time after they are killed, it was rather easy for us to step in and collect blood directly from the jugular vein while the animal was laying on the ground after slaughter.
05 July 2009
Comino
I decided to spend my last night on a little island on the north side of Malta. The island is called Comino, and it's home to the Blue Lagoon, which is a breathtaking site!Unfortunately the lagoon had pretty much been taken over with European university students on summer vacation when I was there, so I spent most of my time on the other side of the tiny island, where my hotel was located. I'm not usually one to hang around the hotel, but I loved laying on the beach in the sun in the peaceful quiet.