By the banks of the Nile I sit perched on the railing of the bridge. I watch cars drive past while engrossed in the music blaring from my ipod. I see Cairenes look interestedly at me as they walk past my seat. They are dressed in everything from traditional burqas to hip western wear paired with a hijab. Honks, exhaust, and the breeze from the Nile rush through my hair cooling me from the hot African sun. I look up and see a monument to a man in the median and wonder what he did to warrant such recognition. After enjoying the solitude of my rest in the middle of town I head back to reality.