I still regret that I went to Egypt. Not because it was waste of time / money / energy... all these I already declared sunk costs. It is about something else.
For most of the people I know, Egypt is a country full of history and mystique. For me these romantic images are gone and I don't have enough good memories to replace them. Egypt can never be a dream country again and that's a pity.

BTW this is my last post about Egypt. My classes started yesterday so I already have enough of other inputs what to bitch about :)

But yeah, one more thing: it might seem that I spend my days slandering Alex but it is not true. Actually, after all the stories I told my mum she thinks that I had the best summer ever :) I don't know how it happened, but I want her to keep this impression. She wants the best for me and she is happy now.