Confounded Egypt

They say that when the Aussies came to Egypt in the First World War, some of the bad apples gave all of the Australian troops a bad reputation. There were examples of destruction in the marketplace, rowdy behaviour, and drunken capers. Needless to say, the Egyptians were not amused.

And I guess these bloody Egyptians hold grudges for a long time. Once we arrived, we headed towards the baggage claim, when one airport worker stopped us. Just a small aside, his moustache seemed to have a life of its own. But anyway, back to this worker. He coldly asked us in broken English whether "you Ossie eh? Ossie people? Synney Melbun?"

Damn honesty. Once we confirmed his suspicions, he loudly called over all his friends, and they began screaming at us in their native language. Perhaps this was a ruse by their secret police [did they recognise me from previous encounters?], since we were quickly shepherded away by a cordon of security agents, and strip searched. Never seen agents who took so much delight in frisking fellow men...

Also, my apologies for this delayed post. Would have posted earlier, but I couldn't find any source of internet and had to climb to the top of the Great Pyramid to find a satellite connection. Kept sliding down the bloody pyramid side on the way up, didn't help how the crew started firing rubber bullets at me for target practice.

Gents are already complaining about the heat, and have probably spent next year's budget on sunscreen, ice cream and sunglasses. Never mind, the bounty on Osama is more than enough to make us all rich.

For the next few days we'll be acclimatising to the surroundings, and then will move off to Germany to pick up our Strykers. Will keep everyone updated, cheers.