I was very much looking forward to the bartering experience, and the sites and sounds of a real Egyptian Souk. I was disappointed to find that every stall/store front was filled with the exact same touristy trinkets. I did enjoy the spice markets, and am still enjoying the delicious Hibisicus tea I bought.
Be ready to be mobbed at every turn, and we found that switching to a different language didn't help either ... no matter what we were speaking (English, Spanish, French, even Afrikaans), someone always knew what we were saying and could harass us in that tongue!
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