Egyptians, camels, and pyramids!

Madrid, didnt stay long. Arrive on the night train from Lisbon Sunday morning and off to the airport Monday by noon. I did squeeze in a city walking tour(not bad) and a siesta(when in rome...!). Repack my bags, print off documents, make the last phone calls until im back in the states, and take my first malaria pill. Ahh Africa here I come!
I fly to Luxor, then Cairo, Egypt. Lots of covered bodies, heads, faces. Muslim territory and even more extreme because Ramadan, the ceremonial month of fasting, begins in a day. Well I attempt to sleep since arriving at midnight. I am way to awake for that to happen and I think after fighting for a few hours I may have got an hour in. 7 am, 86 egyptian pounds, and I have a visa in hand. I find a tourist company, yes the people I mocked in almost every city are now getting my money. Im not about to attempt to navigate this place on my own and for a small price I get a guide, transport, museum tour, and of course the pyramids. Well my lack of sleep catches up to me at the museum and the guide is worried about me. I assure him I am nearly a pro at this after my months of travels but he insists I nap in the car which honestly saves my life. An hour later I am refreshed and on my way to a camel! I had no money for a camel ride, extra of course, but the guide said I couldnt miss out on the experience and paid for me. The egyptians were very friendly people. Our guide through the pyramids said he would pay 1 million egyptian pounds and 10 camels to marry me. I must say I was a little honored. No one has ever measured my worth as a life partner in camels:) The tour guide was right. Riding a camel through the desert and pyramids was such an amazing experience. Wow! Back to the airport where I am surrounded by white cloaked people. Ramadan is upon us. In one hallway, I estimate 40 robed muslims and 7 prayer rugs. I am getting the craziest stares and jaw drops for wearing a tank top and (gasp) no head scarf. Somewhat agitating but I guess I know how they feel when they get looks in America for being the outcast. And I must pity the women who will live their lives covered, submissive to a man, and definitely never have the experiences I have even in the last few months. I give up and put on my sweatshirt, and yes sweat. My flight is filled with mzungus(white people). I count 7 Africans and 30-40 whites. This will be the last time I am surrounded by this many white people for a while and I am looking forward to it:)