Sensory Overload
Some time around mid December, I receive an Email from Jeff Doughty asking if I were interested in studying abroad in Egypt for the summer 1 term of 2008. I was at my co-op job, and decided to reply…without consulting my parents…I sent Doughty a message saying I was extremely interested. Within a few weeks, I had convinced my parents that it will be a trip of a lifetime, and I applied…the fact that scholarship transferred was a huge plus…Within the next few months, I was accepted into the program and the rest is history. The whole spring semester seemed to fly by and before I knew it I was on a plane to somewhere I knew virtually nothing about…well actually I knew a few things; it was hot, it’s in a desert, and there were some pyramids…that’s about it.
If you remember reading my first few blog posts, you can kind of feel the initial shock that I went through. When I got off of the plane in the Cairo airport and saw the guards with AK 47’s, I had no idea what was going on. It felt like I had just entered a war zone. And being wiped out from traveling for a full day straight didn’t help…so after walking through the sketchiest airport I had ever seen, having to hand our passports over to the authorities, and being totally shell-shocked, we load up the busses to head to our hotel in Cairo. Driving to the hotel was just as shocking. We drove through the desert, and then through the outskirts of Cairo. The whole drive I couldn’t stop thinking “where the hell did I go.” Every building looked abandoned, and the people outside on the streets looked withered and lifeless. The infrastructure was so terrible, it was unbelievable. After navigating through the city we end up at the hotel, which happened to be in one of the nicest parts of the city, the island of Zamalek. We got to hang out in the hotel and gather ourselves for an hour or so before we all met up to go for a walk and get our bearings. This walk ended up contributing to my shell shock of Egypt. First off, it was very smoggy that first day so the air quality was terrible. And when I say terrible, it was so bad that just walking outside would make me sneeze and my eyes itch and water up. There were flies everywhere, and it was my first experience with the endless Cairo honking. The first day in Cairo is a great example of the best way I know how to describe this trip…Sensory Overload. I will never forger that first walk down 26 July street, barely making conversation through the honking, while the overpass above us seemed to act as a trap for the smog to sit in. People on the street were asking for money, and every corner had a police officer with an automatic weapon…all of this together was so much to take in, that it seemed like I would never get used to it…but little did I know.
The first full day in Cairo was Pyramid day. This was the most amazing sightseeing I have ever experienced. Pyramid day was another Sensory Overload episode. On the drive to The Pyramids we passed through more of sketchy Cairo. There were people walking across 9 lane highways, with no one slowing down for them. There were families, whole families of 4 or 5 people, riding on motorcycles down the highway. We turn the corner on the highway and there they were, 3 colossal peaks off in the distance. We were still about 5 miles from them, but you could still tell they were huge. We weave through some back alleys and get to the camels. This camel experience was definitely sensory overload. They were the craziest sounding animals I have ever heard. I think in my blog I explained it as Chewbacca from Starwars mixed with a diesel engine. It was one of the funniest things I had ever heard, and something I will never forget. Riding the camels to the Pyramids was like something out of a movie. The whole time I couldn’t believe what was happening. And to be able to see the Pyramids with my own eyes was a dream. The first 2 days of the trip were definitely complete sensory overload.
The trip to Aswan and Luxor was amazing as well. The Upper Egypt sightseeing was unbelievable. The photographs that I took I am sure I will remember forever. This part of the trip was more than sensory overload; I like to call it speed tourism. Everyday we had new awesome ancient sightseeing adventures that seemed to fly by without me understanding much of what I was looking at. By the end of, it seemed like all of the temples blended together. When I would fall asleep at night I would just see a mix of massive temple walls and pillars. If I hadn’t blogged every day, it would be impossible to keep it all straight. The other thing about this trip that I will remember forever is the nagging Egyptians. Every time we walked out of the hotels in either Luxor or Aswan we were instantly targeted. It was “felucca ride?...carriage ride?...want to buy this?, follow me, ill give you good price!...” Initially it was fun to barter and get good deals, but by the end I was all set with bartering. I just couldn’t stop thinking about how nice it’s going to be when I get home and don’t have to deal with that nuisance.
After the trip to Upper Egypt is when reality set in for me. Class started, and the service learning started. I started freaking out a little bit because of the fact that I had to live in Cairo for the next 4 weeks. And when we started going out to Stabl Antar for the service learning portion of the trip, it just made it even worse. Driving out there and witnessing the living conditions of the people there was yet another case of sensory overload. These people had nothing. There was trash everywhere because the government doesn’t recognize them and provides them no services. Little kids were digging through the trash to find plastic or metal parts to use for scrap or money. There were bread lines due to the food shortages. There were dirt roads with no drainage or any structure. All of this just hit me like nothing I had ever experienced before. After traveling to the beautiful places of Aswan and Luxor, and staying in really nice hotels, the contrast was almost too much for me to deal with. I really had a tough time dealing with the fact that these people lived there daily lives in these conditions. And the weirdest thing about it was that they seemed more than content with it. But after a few trips out to Stabl Antar I became used to it, and got desensitized to the conditions. And after a while I realized that at least I was going out there to help them out a little bit.
With the start of class my schedule became much more structured. I had a lot of work to do most of the time, so the last 4 weeks was a bit of a blur. The sightseeing had slowed down, and by that time I had became much more accustomed to daily life in Cairo. This was weird for me, because I kept remembering my initial thoughts of Cairo, like the unforgettable first walk down 26 July Street. And by the time class started, I would walk down 26 July every single day no problem. I realized that the street is one of the nicest streets in all of Cairo. It is crazy how just because I had no idea where I was, and I wasn’t used to the TERRIBLE air quality that I felt so out of place. The fact that I was able to adapt, and be totally comfortable with it was amazing to me.
The daily grind of class got pretty intense at points. With only 4 weeks to complete an entire engineering course, we had assignments nearly every night. Although the fact that Professor Taslim was a fluid mechanics genius definitely helped out. He was completely thorough with everything and helped us out with every single question. It was the best classroom environment I had ever experienced. With only 11 students, it was much easier to retain and understand everything. But this was balanced out with the workload and pace of the class. So all in all, I learned a lot, stayed up late doing homework way too much, went out and had fun, and still managed an A-, so I'm not complaining at all. If I could do it all over again, I would have gone out more and hung out more with the Egyptian students. Although I did go out quite a bit, now that I am gone, I feel like it will be hard to stay in touch with them. But I still had a lot of fun, and made some great friends. Hopefully facebook will keep us all in touch.
When the end of the program started getting closer, I started looking over all the photographs that I had taken and reading the blog posts that I had written. I really couldn’t believe the fact that I was at these places, and that I had actually taken these pictures. The stories I have, like riding in the car with Mohammed, or the market is Ismailya. These stories definitely added to the sensory overload experience. The high speed driving, and rally car maneuvering I did with Mohammed was insane. It was fun and I am glad that I got to experience real crazy Egyptian driving, but I can’t wait until I can drive safely in the states again. And the aroma smorgasbord that I floated through in the Ismailya market is unexplainable. It was some of the best and worst smells all piled in on each other. But it’s the stories like these that I will keep with me forever. And it’s the fact that I may never do something like this again that makes me thankful for the dialogue program. I never thought that it would be possible to study abroad with my engineering program. But with the dialogue program through northeastern, it was. I hope that Northeastern can continue the program for engineering students in the future.
This program has been the single greatest thing I have ever done in my academic career. I was able to participate in a service learning project, travel around and see unbelievable sights while learning all about a culture that I had previously known nothing about, and still complete a necessary engineering course. The program didn’t always run perfectly smooth, but looking back that provided some of the fun for me. It was just part of dealing with the culture of Egypt. Nothing can be planned perfectly there because people are not concerned with timeframes as much. But in the end, everything worked out just fine. Everyone made it to the end, and everyone had an unbelievable time. But that much time in Egypt really took its toll on me. It was a stressful hectic place to be. And as our group’s time there came to an end, I was ready to leave. 5 ½ weeks was the perfect amount of time for the program. I would highly recommend the Egypt dialogue to anyone. But I will say this, be ready for the ride of your life. And just like Dr. Sullivan always said...“In Egypt, whatever you think should happen, expect the opposite”