tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32695961047555210672024-03-07T11:50:59.959+02:00Cairo/Giza Daily PhotoOne photo a day from the area around Cairo/Giza, Egypt.Maryanne Stroud Gabbanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00858132776788616956noreply@blogger.comBlogger1016125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3269596104755521067.post-47120192235712623622015-04-02T13:15:00.001+02:002015-04-02T13:15:32.793+02:00Silly Shoes in Zamalek<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZtGDXbJpm_bpaniRdbREh_3ktEUFjTEntLByi0s2fWIyNfbPucokGgKIim1GpS_oOdm3MLiw7UhdI5otB9972GBQt81shORg6tTpK31d2DzEtG5C2gMECdpz_VBoQzaRXagH86akhc7vB/s640/blogger-image-1421647735.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZtGDXbJpm_bpaniRdbREh_3ktEUFjTEntLByi0s2fWIyNfbPucokGgKIim1GpS_oOdm3MLiw7UhdI5otB9972GBQt81shORg6tTpK31d2DzEtG5C2gMECdpz_VBoQzaRXagH86akhc7vB/s640/blogger-image-1421647735.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVHgwDuoBFQ9s95H0XNpFlFHhB7jTVzut5pYG-ggfu4QgllWuTQhAJMden9pRxidEvTGT16pNNi_lAcxFatO3EB2BVtog8V4OabKR8sAgq15tFX7DGsVZI-54bjB4R_oo0B1Z_O2L-oSQl/s640/blogger-image-1788322004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVHgwDuoBFQ9s95H0XNpFlFHhB7jTVzut5pYG-ggfu4QgllWuTQhAJMden9pRxidEvTGT16pNNi_lAcxFatO3EB2BVtog8V4OabKR8sAgq15tFX7DGsVZI-54bjB4R_oo0B1Z_O2L-oSQl/s640/blogger-image-1788322004.jpg"></a></div><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZtGDXbJpm_bpaniRdbREh_3ktEUFjTEntLByi0s2fWIyNfbPucokGgKIim1GpS_oOdm3MLiw7UhdI5otB9972GBQt81shORg6tTpK31d2DzEtG5C2gMECdpz_VBoQzaRXagH86akhc7vB/s640/blogger-image-1421647735.jpg"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Made a useless trip to Orman Gardens today for a plant show that will show up in a couple of weeks and found myself in Zamalek with a friend. There is a shoe shop at the corner of 26 July and Brazil there that has always made me laugh. But the silly shoes you might buy for a one-off outfit are a fraction of the price outside of Egypt. </div>Maryanne Stroud Gabbanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00858132776788616956noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3269596104755521067.post-2402399410783376762015-04-01T11:42:00.001+02:002015-04-01T11:42:06.991+02:00And It's On Sale!<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTwaOUUMLL58BeTpGq5bjSbMK8rzhVHLDlfbrbYOwh7GSUnPpTPEax8JqOhCVWDft_k1trUo-h4SrYxf6zCYua2z0sIhDqtqxhYWC6mqtdKZV7tn4ilOXIp8Wqp3gfqQvMxpaaie5IzB_N/s640/blogger-image--1247526380.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTwaOUUMLL58BeTpGq5bjSbMK8rzhVHLDlfbrbYOwh7GSUnPpTPEax8JqOhCVWDft_k1trUo-h4SrYxf6zCYua2z0sIhDqtqxhYWC6mqtdKZV7tn4ilOXIp8Wqp3gfqQvMxpaaie5IzB_N/s640/blogger-image--1247526380.jpg"></a></div>Maryanne Stroud Gabbanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00858132776788616956noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3269596104755521067.post-28532352519312871582015-03-09T12:54:00.001+02:002015-03-09T12:54:37.411+02:00Come Back Later<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh94teVIIa3Z-ZmH9y-PVNZ2T8B5R2b41NVQ-WNiriSYaQbJvuAL4yDF0b7Wys0jZMzuf_xa9fuQMnzYSdU0RvFnx7A9n_pSTNxPpI5Rir7lZqZx-g-SxKXQ4aHWhBC7-DlVmzTSmLQOJ83/s640/blogger-image-138771493.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh94teVIIa3Z-ZmH9y-PVNZ2T8B5R2b41NVQ-WNiriSYaQbJvuAL4yDF0b7Wys0jZMzuf_xa9fuQMnzYSdU0RvFnx7A9n_pSTNxPpI5Rir7lZqZx-g-SxKXQ4aHWhBC7-DlVmzTSmLQOJ83/s640/blogger-image-138771493.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">While in a nearby village on an errand we parked across the road from this shop. Naturally it was closed in the morning sunshine. I suppose it only opens after dark. </div>Maryanne Stroud Gabbanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00858132776788616956noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3269596104755521067.post-5607061238036731932015-03-02T17:40:00.001+02:002015-03-02T17:40:24.669+02:00Checking His Mail<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq3NJ115zUiTpNp2CFI-OjoteFxpRvpNMQBHcONjpR8axE3x9DzXu4ZIZi8u5icVl6PBDbquSgjdF0d7SYXeqE_YIEvbBHX-t7qupk_lNGu37yP6ImMM4eYJ1QLLaspB_D4GATg1vst_EE/s640/blogger-image-684626704.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq3NJ115zUiTpNp2CFI-OjoteFxpRvpNMQBHcONjpR8axE3x9DzXu4ZIZi8u5icVl6PBDbquSgjdF0d7SYXeqE_YIEvbBHX-t7qupk_lNGu37yP6ImMM4eYJ1QLLaspB_D4GATg1vst_EE/s640/blogger-image-684626704.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Waiting for a train to pass a village level crossing I spotted this man leaning against a bridge over the canal and checking messages or mail. Mobile phones have changed life immeasurably in rural Egypt. </div>Maryanne Stroud Gabbanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00858132776788616956noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3269596104755521067.post-37008224182637716152015-02-24T23:18:00.001+02:002015-02-24T23:18:26.251+02:00The Thread of the Story<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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On a visit to Bab Zuwayla in old Cairo, I walked past this small factory making konefa, which is the base of a sweet made in Egypt. In the first photo you see the rotating drum where the thin stream of batter is cooked into threads. These then are collected on the tray below the drum. </div>
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The threads are then gathered into sort of pads and sold by the kilo. They may then be used as a base for a dessert where a layer of fruit, nuts, cream or many other things might be baked between layers of the batter threads. </div>
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Maryanne Stroud Gabbanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00858132776788616956noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3269596104755521067.post-18549593411327323092015-01-19T15:29:00.001+02:002015-01-19T15:29:16.771+02:00Pigeon Palace<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip5HqZC-waU-YO8pQUmFHazh8SDvZVSFbP9d3mBdB5vAYFkzVCIQR25FLF8q5bmgiR2vVKhVxwUPlcMEMtus0LSmKKYCo7LMzcwfvE5r4BDGPlhV45xf9EkAn7h-p5RtS11Izmr03DbuLQ/s640/blogger-image-1256623582.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip5HqZC-waU-YO8pQUmFHazh8SDvZVSFbP9d3mBdB5vAYFkzVCIQR25FLF8q5bmgiR2vVKhVxwUPlcMEMtus0LSmKKYCo7LMzcwfvE5r4BDGPlhV45xf9EkAn7h-p5RtS11Izmr03DbuLQ/s640/blogger-image-1256623582.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Egyptians are serious about their pigeons. They live to eat squab, young pigeon stuffed with cracked wheat, and they like to fly or race them. The elaborate structure on top of the apartment building is a multistory pigeon coop. The pigeons are usually out free by day foraging and come home at night to be shut in for feeding and safety. </div>Maryanne Stroud Gabbanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00858132776788616956noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3269596104755521067.post-42872300331809796912015-01-18T14:23:00.001+02:002015-01-18T14:23:44.325+02:00Third World Problems<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic6oirO3YYLqCbm4anxfPHac48dUOxAdSRB_7LfBQHjfSs-iTI4be9t7-z_oIIppbO541fzHQXU0-a18QnNBohC_0KslwFf2WsMbJvAWjP3bgukfMwUsuXe3hL8NmUiLSEpCAb5y9E8_if/s640/blogger-image--1183976548.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic6oirO3YYLqCbm4anxfPHac48dUOxAdSRB_7LfBQHjfSs-iTI4be9t7-z_oIIppbO541fzHQXU0-a18QnNBohC_0KslwFf2WsMbJvAWjP3bgukfMwUsuXe3hL8NmUiLSEpCAb5y9E8_if/s640/blogger-image--1183976548.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjspnFjF55pTlgd5veSuWY96khVdR31G91NnbiwVIfxsQURyDyx3VVOMrmP7s7aRSmI7d-EQEZxAB9jH0vuO9Kxr4D-61sXnl6DyC129IPZD2AJFCHwekPooXT4h4CjbIOMoZhzQlCvWXjT/s640/blogger-image--1758307746.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjspnFjF55pTlgd5veSuWY96khVdR31G91NnbiwVIfxsQURyDyx3VVOMrmP7s7aRSmI7d-EQEZxAB9jH0vuO9Kxr4D-61sXnl6DyC129IPZD2AJFCHwekPooXT4h4CjbIOMoZhzQlCvWXjT/s640/blogger-image--1758307746.jpg"></a></div><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic6oirO3YYLqCbm4anxfPHac48dUOxAdSRB_7LfBQHjfSs-iTI4be9t7-z_oIIppbO541fzHQXU0-a18QnNBohC_0KslwFf2WsMbJvAWjP3bgukfMwUsuXe3hL8NmUiLSEpCAb5y9E8_if/s640/blogger-image--1183976548.jpg"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Egypt doesn't have a lot of trees. We have a lot of palms, which are technically a grass, but wood trees are definitely in the minority so when we see someone cutting down the eucalyptus along the canals in the countryside, we stop to ask. I went to ask to se the orders but the gentleman with the crutches was already grilling the guy loading the truck, so I left them at it. </div>Maryanne Stroud Gabbanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00858132776788616956noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3269596104755521067.post-83244140593723585232014-12-09T13:58:00.001+02:002014-12-09T13:58:14.234+02:00Filming In The Countryside<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjazGxcTOjQ75EQ4Cpm0VTzFG135Oq-2ZMpKVIcYxgN3fsM1_5XBMSVRlfjpv8GoMiuS24t-7cyQEUxfhP-H2hPLqOWgBshrcC0xiU9vG0oFK4TTLswO9eVOhb4V4ibkPLycgmmhhxjMruB/s640/blogger-image-787869548.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjazGxcTOjQ75EQ4Cpm0VTzFG135Oq-2ZMpKVIcYxgN3fsM1_5XBMSVRlfjpv8GoMiuS24t-7cyQEUxfhP-H2hPLqOWgBshrcC0xiU9vG0oFK4TTLswO9eVOhb4V4ibkPLycgmmhhxjMruB/s640/blogger-image-787869548.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">A couple of young women are making a video on donkey care so t<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">hey have been joining the vets of the Rural Wellness Initiative for filming. During a quiet moment the crew share stories</span></div>Maryanne Stroud Gabbanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00858132776788616956noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3269596104755521067.post-50798826148265517602014-12-03T13:22:00.001+02:002014-12-03T13:22:19.743+02:00But Don't Sit Down<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_j3T4VZAfFeWAdhlPYLuouRUgRJ4QJMzf-W3MSXMfonrkbC4MwhJJWee5LX8F0Rl9E7h4ZzHM58_5LD8IGv8O3ByMjtJafPu3Jrr1SdiCjZzcLg3MxL74UhuHjwf4DV0GoTorAvqs4XNh/s640/blogger-image--1925829175.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_j3T4VZAfFeWAdhlPYLuouRUgRJ4QJMzf-W3MSXMfonrkbC4MwhJJWee5LX8F0Rl9E7h4ZzHM58_5LD8IGv8O3ByMjtJafPu3Jrr1SdiCjZzcLg3MxL74UhuHjwf4DV0GoTorAvqs4XNh/s640/blogger-image--1925829175.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">A banana seller has a mobile stand but the seat for the bicycle is long gone. </div>Maryanne Stroud Gabbanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00858132776788616956noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3269596104755521067.post-32723362602805871252014-11-09T15:45:00.001+02:002014-11-09T15:45:53.990+02:00Prepared<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcxy2IlBIpVKv2R8l6B7PC2ATUdY_RGAphC8ko2sQ3D_ConpDDZ9is5TPeQy88r0gkde4R1RrZJ0Wx7O4l5Vg_ONU_mLfx6epVyyOPTXCJLke2Ohgx4fkgDlZN3ED5hRS8Fq_CaFk9-JkT/s640/blogger-image--503370178.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcxy2IlBIpVKv2R8l6B7PC2ATUdY_RGAphC8ko2sQ3D_ConpDDZ9is5TPeQy88r0gkde4R1RrZJ0Wx7O4l5Vg_ONU_mLfx6epVyyOPTXCJLke2Ohgx4fkgDlZN3ED5hRS8Fq_CaFk9-JkT/s640/blogger-image--503370178.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Cairo traffic is infamous. Crowded, slow, irritable..you name it. Motorcycles and scooters are commonplace as they can slide among the cars in a traffic jam, but his guy was carrying something extra, a stout walking stick to protect his legs or to rap an encroaching car on the hood maybe. </div>Maryanne Stroud Gabbanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00858132776788616956noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3269596104755521067.post-32820221024617934262014-11-02T17:25:00.000+02:002014-11-02T17:25:41.926+02:00Sand Sifters and Floor Coverers<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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It's a problem in the countryside. We live in an area where the most common surface for a road is sand or dirt. People wander in and out of homes all the time and the dust blows in from the desert. Stone or tile floors are cold and hard, and in village homes most people sit on the floor rather than on furniture. Rugs are nice but they collect sand and dust and really hard to clean, so these woven plastic mats are a great solution to the floor covering problem. They provide a bit of cushioning, a bit of warmth and the sand and dust just sift their way through the mat to the floor surface. The mats can be rolled up, the sand swept out, and you are good to go. When you want to wash them, all it takes is a hose and few minutes to let them dry in the sun. AND they are quite cheap.</div>
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But I had two women who wanted to go to see the Menawat Sunday market last week, and I have some lovely photos of a country market in Giza. One friend needed a donkey harness for the donkey at her farm that hauls the manure cart, while the other was a visitor who was up for anything interesting...and the Sunday market is interesting. Imagine all the goods in a large supermarket unwrapped, unpacked and then distributed along narrow dusty streets and you have roughly the idea of a village market. You will find EVERYTHING there if you have the time to look for it. One of the things that I noticed that brought a huge grin to my face was this enormous pile of wooden clothes pins. My housekeeper is a tiny woman and the washing line at the house is quite tall, so clothes pins go missing regularly. She often will just tug at a sheet and the pins separate flying in opposite directions. When I saw this, I knew that I needed a shot of this place where the missing clothes pins must go to breed.</div>
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Maryanne Stroud Gabbanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00858132776788616956noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3269596104755521067.post-15864566727680931672014-09-18T13:34:00.001+02:002014-09-18T13:34:13.713+02:00Cairo Traffic<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAs-ZwM21SXlqq76mdy_aAcspVFoS2OMgVILJTZAfghgGWrJSPTJi6_SvEW3qWScMqamCGBqWwo0HhpAu36sjYTe-O6sUDqCsxFnB61woU0KwwSsze0h2kKvFwT34nfH2sQX2KgsKV_Xnw/s640/blogger-image--275019794.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAs-ZwM21SXlqq76mdy_aAcspVFoS2OMgVILJTZAfghgGWrJSPTJi6_SvEW3qWScMqamCGBqWwo0HhpAu36sjYTe-O6sUDqCsxFnB61woU0KwwSsze0h2kKvFwT34nfH2sQX2KgsKV_Xnw/s640/blogger-image--275019794.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">The joy of Cairo can be expressed in two words most days. "Cairo traffic" is stickier than duct tape, slower than molasses in January...but at least the guys in the flatbed have a nice breeze and a decent view. </div>Maryanne Stroud Gabbanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00858132776788616956noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3269596104755521067.post-44144338730559116392014-08-27T14:16:00.001+02:002014-08-27T14:16:31.744+02:00Free Parking<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsNqCgqTcmOhmTB4CfSVhKEa-z8qKsy9OZFFzFyJlm1DTJuC_totVrMnx8Hr_PPyTvrOlCsjE2ScHodwHPnDLSY7EJdzi5CPEmqLbQ7XRhMpSZaWeiHBLetHXG6TbTl95D6YEQRhQoWALG/s640/blogger-image-758196240.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsNqCgqTcmOhmTB4CfSVhKEa-z8qKsy9OZFFzFyJlm1DTJuC_totVrMnx8Hr_PPyTvrOlCsjE2ScHodwHPnDLSY7EJdzi5CPEmqLbQ7XRhMpSZaWeiHBLetHXG6TbTl95D6YEQRhQoWALG/s640/blogger-image-758196240.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">On my way to an attorney whose office is in downtown Cairo we found ourselves behind a horse cart on a major street and I had no time to whip out my phone. I had to be dropped at the law office and the driver had to go all the way to Zamalek to find a parking place. When I came out and was waiting on the Corniche to be picked up, I found this horse standing patiently by the side of the busy road where no one else could park. </div>Maryanne Stroud Gabbanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00858132776788616956noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3269596104755521067.post-48086848100710886202014-08-17T21:22:00.001+02:002014-08-17T21:22:20.784+02:00Open Sesame<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnHQhNJhfcFhbm7GQSoHDkcbWZs3YeZJhxlosN0IiO3SxmsXmuAqkxjEAgJ_BAgUVxHgMFXByoPFoAsWZJ0CUWxJWIEh_KcgsTPr1FNi5O_dckTuiiQyR9FeNsPk6PZ4wOLqD3LRRgY8dh/s640/blogger-image-948716023.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnHQhNJhfcFhbm7GQSoHDkcbWZs3YeZJhxlosN0IiO3SxmsXmuAqkxjEAgJ_BAgUVxHgMFXByoPFoAsWZJ0CUWxJWIEh_KcgsTPr1FNi5O_dckTuiiQyR9FeNsPk6PZ4wOLqD3LRRgY8dh/s640/blogger-image-948716023.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I had shoulder surgery this summer and only had my left hand to use for a month or so. This is the first week I've had the approval from the doctor to ride out. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">This is a flowering field of sesame. I'll bet you had no idea this is what it looked like. </div>Maryanne Stroud Gabbanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00858132776788616956noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3269596104755521067.post-76332556178193085652014-07-15T12:08:00.001+02:002014-07-15T12:08:44.513+02:00All Tied up<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Just before Ramadan started, about a month ago, I had to have surgery on my right shoulder because encroaching arthritis had produced some sharp bone that had severed a tendon in the shoulder. The hassle of surgery aside, this has meant living with my right arm tied up next to my body and absolutely no way to use both hands. I'm now slipping free of the bindings and have two hands for my keyboard as long as I don't move my shoulder.<br />
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So this young donkey reminded me of my predicament with its traditional village binding of the legs just above the knees and hocks and the stitched together ear tips. The villagers believe that if they don't do this the legs will grow crooked and the ears will flop, which is, of course, utter rubbish. When our George was born my staff at the time wanted to do this and I laughed at them pointing out that we never do this to foals. George has lovely straight ears and legs despite being deprived of his bindings.</div>
Maryanne Stroud Gabbanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00858132776788616956noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3269596104755521067.post-24950320315967000722014-06-22T18:58:00.001+02:002014-06-22T18:58:59.027+02:00Oh Canada!<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqJIp8H_x_P5QULDhw3WPK8XFDqp2IdL8TYTVOeKReaxA0h5G-NX4diAjF6dSUDWz4tWLUxzGPXH05pEg2n-TZDz48TtWceQLCKj6VRUfB09qThvo2ejjUi9Ac4W_q5xczIRx-jDC1JoLx/s640/blogger-image--200538977.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqJIp8H_x_P5QULDhw3WPK8XFDqp2IdL8TYTVOeKReaxA0h5G-NX4diAjF6dSUDWz4tWLUxzGPXH05pEg2n-TZDz48TtWceQLCKj6VRUfB09qThvo2ejjUi9Ac4W_q5xczIRx-jDC1JoLx/s640/blogger-image--200538977.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Each year the Canadian embassy celebrates our national day, which is July 1, with a gathering at the ambassador's residence. This lovely Art Deco apartment overlooks the garden. </div>Maryanne Stroud Gabbanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00858132776788616956noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3269596104755521067.post-89848949363576960912014-06-09T18:18:00.001+02:002014-06-09T18:18:36.966+02:00The Things Tourists Do!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I took a rider out a year ago on a trek around the desert. She was on a long trek herself and had been given a small stuffed animal to take pictures of in various places. In honor of her ride, she put the duck (I believe) into Wadi's bridle. I love photos of people doing random things.<br /><br />
Apologies for not posting for a while but I was being a tourist myself and visiting family in the US.</div>
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If all these photos look a bit random, that's because they are, at least as far as my understanding of them. We were working on one of our vet clinics near a mosque in a village by Abu Sir and there was a very intent knot of young girls sitting together all facing inward on the terrace of the mosque. I noticed them but it wasn't until we had finished with most of our patients (donkeys, buffalo, cows, goats, and so on) that I got a chance to see what they were doing. One of the girls had three flat round stones and three flat angular stones. She would toss them on the tiles and then toss one stone up into the air and collect the stones on the tiles in various combinations. It reminded me of a game we played when I was a child in California with a ball and a set of spikey metal objects called <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Knucklebones" target="_blank">Jacks</a>. In Egypt it is called "Al".</div>
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The village Bedouin in this area graze their flocks of sheep on the fields after harvest, which adds some organic fertilizer to the soil and reduces the stubble. With perhaps a dozen families wandering around the tracks, it's not a bad idea to identify the sheep in some way. These have been marked with a dot of henna on the face or back.</div>
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In April we are surrounded by red/black and white mulberry trees full of ripe fruit. In the old days, the cities were also filled with mulberry trees along the streets, but as the ripe fruit does gather flies, people are cutting down the trees. It's heaven to go for a leisurely ride on horseback and stop to pick a few every few meters.</div>
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Wrought iron bars are often placed on the ground floor windows of homes for security. Obviously this young lady felt that they were there for another purpose. It's a great look out for a small one.</div>
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This plant (weed actually) is known in Egypt as Khobeyza or in English as <a href="http://www.superfoods-for-superhealth.com/mallow-plant-nutrition.html" target="_blank">Mallow</a>. It's a relation to Molokheya, another mallow plant, and hollyhocks which are yet another one. Egyptians eat it as a soup either with meat or without. The recipe from My Egyptian Grandmother's Kitchen calls for 1 kg mallow, 2 large bunches swiss chard, 1 onion, 2 Tbsp ghee, 2 cups of tomato juice (or tomato pureed in a blender...fresh is always better), 1/2 kg cubed meat (we usually skip the meat but it's good), 1 bunch each fresh dill and fresh coriander, 1/2 cup of rice, 4 cloves of garlic minced. </div>
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Boil the picked, washed chard and mallow leaves in a small amount of salted water and then run it through a blender or processor. Chop the onion and saute in 1 Tbsp ghee until golden and then add meat. Add the tomato juice and half the chopped dill and coriander and all of the mallow/chard to the pot with salt and pepper to taste, cover and simmer until the meat is almost done. Add the rice to the pot and finish cooking. This should take about 30 minutes. Saute the garlic and remaining dill and coriander in 1 Tbsp ghee and toss into the pot of mallow. Serve.<br />
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I personally like a lot of garlic so the amount of garlic is definitely expandable and this is a recipe that will put anyone with anemia right in no time. Mallow can be found growing all sorts of places as a weed. This particular patch was photographed at Blue Star Equiculture, a draft horse rescue in Palmer, Massachusetts. Free nutrition is always good.</div>
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