Last night after arriving at our hotel we dug through our four rubber-made containers to use our laptops. After an hour of jerry-rigging and password alterations we were on the internet and e-mailing family. We were finally informed what time-zone we were living in and set our cell-phones and laptops to match our new world.
We went to bed around 1:30 am… which is around the time of day when you start to wake up on jet-lag. Brice went out to the front desk to ask a few more questions, and the man asked him if he were going to sleep now. We knew there was a night life in Egypt, but it’s 1:30 in the morning and we just got into the country. Surely they don’t think we’re weird for going to sleep…
This morning we set an alarm for 8:30 and made it upstairs to the rooftop for breakfast at 9. No one was there. So we came back downstairs to ask front desk if we could have food now. He told us breakfast was served at 8. We looked at the clock behind him: it said 7:10.
So that’s how we learned what time it actually is.
Going to sleep at 11:30 + waking up at 6:30 and demanding breakfast = silly tourists.