Hello there, dear blogger world, this is a post from your fellow viking that will try to educate you about the country of Ikea and rotten fish. In the middle of putting together my IKEA furniture and combing my blond hair, I have been asked by Mr Mohamad to tell you a bit about my fantastic home country Sweden. First things first. Location:
Mohamed kindly asked me to write a guest post for his blog and I thought you might enjoy some tales from my time in Cairo. My husband was given an overseas posting to Cairo, Egypt in the fall of 2002. It wouldn’t have been my first choice but my mum had died that year and an overseas posting seemed like an answer to my grief. His American company was particularly hopeless at finding us accommodation so I went out and contracted my own realtor who found us a beautiful villa to rent on a quiet street in the suburb of Maadi. Maadi means ferry crossing and the town was on the banks of the Nile at the southernmost edge of the huge city of Cairo. When we lived there, it was still on the edge of the desert and filled with wildlife. We had buzzards, foxes, Egyptian fruit bats and endless birds on migration.