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2024 – Osaka, Japan

After our whirlwind through a country still finding its footing, Kipp and I were ready for something different—someplace calm, clean, and effortlessly refined. He wanted food, real food, and I knew exactly where to go.

I nudged him toward Japan. First stop: Osaka. Then, on to Tokyo.

A delay set us back a day, which meant Kyoto would have to wait for another trip. But that’s how it goes sometimes. You plan, and the road does what it wants.

When we landed, the air felt different. Lighter. Smoother. We made our way through customs and found our friends—Vince and Penn—waiting at a Starbucks nearby, just as we’d arranged. Smiles, hugs, the comfort of familiar faces in a place we were about to dive into headfirst.

Vince and Penn knew exactly where to take us—a tucked-away Osaka spot specializing in savory pancakes. The kind that sizzle on a hotplate right in front of you. They tossed on squid and octopus like it was second nature. To our surprise, it worked. The flavor was rich and balanced—you could barely tell it had seafood, and that was part of the magic.

Afterward, we grabbed some strawberry ice cream. Simple. Cold. Perfect.

Before they caught their train back to Tokyo, we made one last stop for a quick group photo beneath the iconic Osaka Running Man sign. A moment captured—four friends in the neon heart of the city, full and happy.

Osaka’s canal-side streets are a sensory overload—in the best way. Neon storefronts stacked high with wild advertisements, the smell of grilled street food curling through the air, and a steady hum of energy that never really stops. For anyone who loves food, this place is paradise.

Kipp and I only had a few hours to explore the strip, soaking in what we could before hopping into a taxi bound for one of my must-see stops: Super Potato, the legendary retro game shop.

But Japan has its own way of reminding you who’s in charge. The store was closed.

So we walked. Through narrow streets packed with energy, past clusters of young girls in matching uniforms handing out flyers for something we couldn’t quite place. I offered up my go-to Japanese phrase—“It’s OK”—as a polite brush-off. It got a few laughs.

Maybe I said it wrong. Maybe it was the way I said it. Or maybe someone actually understood me. I still don’t know. But we kept walking, a little more lost, a little more amused, and still glad to be there.

With few other options, we decided to walk. The nearest decent train station wasn’t close, but that’s Japan—you’re never too far from something interesting.

In true local fashion, we made a pit stop at one of the ever-present vending machines. You could be in the middle of nowhere and still find a machine offering everything from iced coffee to canned soup. We dropped a few hundred yen and came away with a couple of perfectly chilled drinks—sweet, refreshing, and exactly what we needed.

The walk stretched on for about a mile, past quiet backstreets and glowing signs. Eventually, we found a good station—clean, efficient, everything working like clockwork. We hopped on the next train and made our way back, tired but content. Sometimes, the in-between moments turn out to be the ones you remember most.

The next day, we found ourselves just a short walk from Osaka Castle. Naturally, I kept up tradition—snapped my signature shot: me, beer in hand, crushing one in front of something historic.

Osaka Castle, though? A bit underwhelming. The lines to get inside were long, and word was the ventilation inside was about as forgiving as a summer subway car. We passed on the interior and instead strolled the grounds.

Kipp and I got into a half-serious debate about medieval warfare—specifically, whether archers stationed at the top of the walls could actually pierce armor with Japanese bows. Given the elevation, draw strength, and distance across the moat, we figured they probably could. Practical history lessons, beer in hand.

After a short rest under the trees, we polished off our drinks and continued wandering the city. Osaka had more stories to tell.

Kipp humored me with a detour—another retro game shop, this one well off the tourist track. The kind of place where the shelves are dusty, the signage is faded, and the good stuff hasn’t been picked clean by camera-wielding visitors with conversion apps and inflated eBay expectations.

That’s where the real finds are.

And sure enough, I scored a couple of Sailor Moon SNES titles—authentic, affordable, and cheaper than the inflated prices back home. It was a small victory, but a satisfying one.

We took that win and called it a day. Knocked out a quick load of laundry, caught up on some rest, and tried to settle in.

The beer vending machine in the hotel? Broken.

So was my heart.

In proper form, it was time for Kipp to experience his first Japanese baseball game. The last time we sat side by side at a ballpark? Sometime in the early ’90s—Dodgers vs. Phillies. Our parents dragged us out, and that game just wouldn’t end. I swear it went 20 innings. I’d have to look it up to be sure, but the memory feels eternal.

I made no promises this time. No walk-offs, no extra innings. Just the hope for a clean nine and maybe a run or two. What we got was a packed stadium and nosebleed seats that could double as cardio. But once we settled in, I remembered exactly why I came.

There she was—majestic, graceful, practically glowing… and carrying a keg on her back.

The legendary Japanese beer girls.

Each one scaling stadium steps with military precision, pouring ice-cold beer straight from the tap strapped to their backs. A beautiful, efficient miracle.

With every pour, I grinned like an idiot and blurted out, “Aishitemasu!”—which, of course, was the wrong word. I meant “Arigatō.” Didn’t matter. Beer was in hand, the crowd began to sing, and for that one moment, everything was exactly as it should be.

As the game stretched on, reality set in—our backs were killing us. These seats weren’t made for slouching Americans. They demanded posture and discipline we hadn’t trained for.

We bailed to the inner concourse for a breather. That’s when it happened—Kipp crossed a line he can’t uncross. He bought an Osaka Tigers hat.

Instantly, he was transformed. Local fans noticed. One particularly enthusiastic supporter lit up at the sight—here was a foreigner pledging allegiance, mid-game, no less. He asked for a photo with us, and just like that, Kipp was in. An honorary Tiger.

I had to laugh—how many white guys are walking around as die-hard Hanshin Tigers fans? Probably not many. If the beer girl downstairs had been wearing a shirt with my face on it, the night would’ve peaked right then.

But I digress. We were full—of beer, of street food, of whatever they were serving inside that stadium. We hauled ourselves back to our seats, grabbed another round, and let the chanting crowd carry us through the night.

And then, it happened.

The home team clawed their way back from behind, and when Nakano stepped up and slammed one over the wall, the place exploded. The kind of roar that shakes your bones and makes you wonder if you’ve just witnessed something historic. Maybe we had.

The energy was electric. Pure joy. Fans screamed, fists pumped, and for a few beautiful moments, everyone in that stadium was united by the same high. And we were lucky enough to be part of it.

With grins stretched across our faces and just the right amount of beer in our system, Kipp and I made our way out, shoulders bumping through the crowd, hearts full.

Back at the hotel, we crashed hard—resting up before the next chapter of the journey. Tokyo awaited.

2024 – Layover in Abu Dhabi, UAE

I spent over a year in Abu Dhabi, working alongside some of the best people I’ve ever known. We were there on a military project—long days, late nights, and a shared sense of purpose that brought us together in a place far from home. Those were good times. The kind you don’t realize you’ll miss until they’re long gone.

More than a decade later, Kipp and I were on our way from Egypt to Japan when our flight stopped through Abu Dhabi. Just the airport this time, but still—it was something. I got to share a small part of that world with him, if only for a moment. It felt like catching a glimpse of an old life, frozen in time.

Getting off the plane in Abu Dhabi was slow, deliberate. No one was in a rush, and neither were we. We wandered the terminal, scanning for food, a decent drink, and maybe—if luck was on our side—a place to catch the soccer match.

Germany had my attention this year. A few of the old favorites were winding down their careers, and I wasn’t about to miss one of their last runs.

We found a spot pouring Hoegaarden—light, crisp, a little citrusy. It went down easy. Toss in a couple of burgers, and suddenly we had ourselves a layover worth remembering.

Of course, none of it came cheap. The UAE is expensive to begin with, and airport prices? Absurd. Sixty bucks a head for two beers and a burger. But sometimes, you just pay and don’t ask questions.

Eventually, we made our way to the Emirates gate—back into the belly of one of the world’s most polished airlines. We’d played it smart and bought out the middle seat, so Kipp and I had the whole row to stretch out. He was in heaven. Big screens, warm towels, and enough comfort to almost forget we were airborne.

Half a day later, we touched down in Osaka—tired, full of anticipation, and ready to reconnect with old friends.

2024 – Luxor, Egypt

My brother and I boarded a flight south, chasing dust, myths, and dead kings. Luxor. Even the name sounds like something carved into stone.

When you land in Luxor, it doesn’t feel like arrival—it feels like you’ve slipped sideways into another dimension. The past doesn’t linger here. It lives. They call it the world’s greatest open-air museum, but that doesn’t do it justice. Museums are quiet. This place breathes.

Built on the bones of ancient Thebes—once the beating heart of Egypt’s New Kingdom—Luxor is a living contradiction. Time is fractured here. One minute you’re dodging donkey carts, the next you’re standing in the shadow of columns that have defied centuries of wind, war, and silence.

We made our way to the Valley of the Kings. A place carved into the cliffs, where over sixty tombs hold the remains and ambitions of men who thought they could cheat death. Tutankhamun’s tomb is small but electric—maybe it’s the myth, or maybe it’s the gold. But the real power is in the walls. Paint still clings to stone like it hasn’t aged a day. Nearby, the Valley of the Queens tells a different story—one of beauty, reverence, and Nefertari, whose tomb feels more like a prayer than a grave.

On the East Bank, Karnak Temple stretches out like it’s daring you to comprehend it. The Hypostyle Hall alone is enough to make you feel like an ant in a cathedral of giants. Then there’s Luxor Temple—serene, haunting, almost dreamlike when it glows under the night sky and the Nile murmurs beside it.

We walked through all of it. The cracked stone corridors. The sun-scorched plazas. We drifted on the Nile in silence, letting the wind carry a few thousand years to our ears.

Luxor isn’t just another destination on a checklist. It’s where stories were carved in stone and dared time to forget them. And if you’re lucky enough to walk it with someone who matters, it becomes more than a trip. It becomes a reckoning.

Go. Stand in the shadow of gods and dead kings. Listen. Touch the stone. And try to walk away unchanged.

Kipp and I threw our bags in the trunk and headed to Cairo International, chasing the next chapter of the trip. The taxi ride was uneventful, the kind of smooth, reasonably priced shuffle that reminds you not everything in travel has to be a struggle. No chaos, no scams. Just a ride.

As we rolled up to the terminal, something tugged at the back of my mind. I’d been here before—2015, passing through from Dubai to Rome. It’s funny how airports, of all places, can dredge up memories. Faces you haven’t thought about in years, fragments of conversations, half-finished dreams. That terminal, with all its sterile charm, had become a time capsule.

This time it was domestic. A ghost town compared to the international side—quiet, stripped down. A couple of food vendors kept the place from feeling completely abandoned. No gourmet anything, but we weren’t picky. We loaded up on snacks and maybe a little more booze than necessary, raising a glass to the next leg of the journey like two guys who knew they were exactly where they were supposed to be.

It wasn’t flashy. It wasn’t grand. But it was honest—a no-frills goodbye to Cairo, and a calm before the storm that is Luxor.

Kipp and I rolled into the Hilton Luxor—one of those last-minute decisions that turned out to be a damn good one. Say what you will about staying at a big-name hotel in a place soaked with ancient soul, but this place got it right. The kind of understated luxury that doesn’t punch you in the face with marble and gold-plated nonsense. Just clean lines, soft light, and a staff that actually seems to give a damn.

In the States, this setup would’ve set you back $250 a night, minimum. In Luxor? $120. Cheaper than Mexico. And I like Mexico. That kind of price-to-peace ratio doesn’t happen often.

The pool? Shallow. Maybe four feet, tops. But honestly, you’re not diving for gold medals here. You’re floating. Thinking. Watching the Nile slither by like it has for thousands of years. Besides, in a culture where swimming isn’t front and center, it tracks. Lounge, don’t lunge.

But the view—that’s the knockout punch. From our room, from the pool, from just about anywhere on the property, you’re staring at the Nile. Not in some abstract, “Oh wow, that’s cool” way. No. You’re locked in, humbled. That river is alive, old as time, and it knows things.

And right across it? The Valley of the Kings. Where names like Ramses and Tut still echo through rock and sand. Standing there, beer in hand, breeze in your face, it hits you: this was someone’s backyard once. This was home.

It’s hard to feel jaded when you’re looking at forever.

Hilton Luxor isn’t what most people picture when they think of Egypt. But there we were, checked in and stretched out, wondering what to do with ourselves besides just staring slack-jawed at the Nile. So we hit the gym.

Now, I’m not usually one to wax poetic about treadmills, but this one had a hell of a backdrop. Floor-to-ceiling windows looking straight out over the Nile. You’re lifting weights while the river that cradled an empire rolls by like it’s no big deal.

It made me think of this inside joke I have with my son—there’s this woman who used to work out at her kid’s soccer games, like right there on the sideline. Mortifying for him. But she had a point: you can exercise anywhere. So I snapped a picture of myself mid-set with that ancient river behind me and sent it to him. One part laugh, one part “I told you so.”

That night, we cleaned up and stepped into something rare for my brother—his first real fine dining experience. No chain restaurants, no laminated menus. Just a table by the water, the kind of service that floats in and out like it’s reading your mind, and that same lazy Nile breeze weaving through it all.

We each had an entrée, two drinks, and the bill? Twenty bucks a head. In San Diego, you can’t get two cocktails for that. I ordered the beef stroganoff—not exactly Egyptian, but something I wouldn’t pick at home. Rich, warm, comforting. Paired it with a couple of glasses of red wine that made the stars blur just a little more nicely.

We sat there in quiet disbelief. The price, the view, the calm. Sometimes you don’t need fireworks. Sometimes the luxury is in the stillness, the quiet clink of a wine glass, and the feeling that for once, you’re exactly where you’re supposed to be.

After a day crawling through tombs, dodging hustlers, and standing face-to-face with eternity carved in stone, Kipp and I did what any sunburned, dust-covered travelers should do: we found our way to a bucket of cold beers and a hookah pipe under the stars.

We called it hookah-thirty—our own little tradition. A reward. A pause button. Eight bucks for a bucket of beer. Four for the hookah. At prices like that, you’d be stupid not to indulge.

The tobacco was mild, probably dumbed down for tourists like us who, in their eyes, couldn’t handle the real stuff. They’re not wrong. Still, it hit just right—smooth, fragrant, something between a ritual and a lullaby.

We sat there in the glow of the hotel, the Nile lapping quietly in front of us, the Valley of the Kings watching from the other side like a silent god. The night was warm. The beer was cold. And for a while, everything else faded into the background—emails, deadlines, missed calls, whatever nonsense was waiting back home.

I’ve been to a lot of hotels. Some ridiculously over the top, some forgettable. But this place—this corner of Luxor—had heart. Service that didn’t feel like service. Beauty that didn’t try too hard. It reminded me of the Ritz in Abu Dhabi, minus the price tag and the pretense.

If you ever make it out here, stay a week. Unplug. Breathe. Let the ancient world whisper in your ear while you sip cheap beer and blow smoke into the night. It’s the kind of peace you don’t know you’re missing until you taste it.

I’m an early riser. Always have been. There’s something about the quiet before the world wakes up—the light just starting to bleed into the sky, the stillness before the chaos—that feels honest. No crowds. No noise. Just you and whatever place you’ve landed in.

I wandered the grounds alone, missing my usual sidekick, Orion. He’s my little walking buddy back home, but this time he’s with his mother. Not here. Not on this trip. The absence was loud.

Eventually, I found myself back in the hotel gym. A sleek little space with a ridiculous view of the Nile. You don’t get that back home. I moved through my routine, half on autopilot, half mesmerized by the ancient river flowing just beyond the glass.

Somewhere between sets, I made a video call to my wife and my 4-year-old. Saw their faces, heard the little voice that wrecks me every time. It was good. It was hard. That’s the thing about traveling—every magical moment is stitched with a thread of longing for the people you wish were with you.

Kipp and I were heading into the desert, chasing the ghosts of pharaohs and the kind of history that laughs at the petty urgency of modern life. The Valley of the Kings. You don’t come here for comfort. You come here for scale—for perspective. For the taste of dust and the weight of four thousand years pressing down on your shoulders.

We grabbed a taxi. In Luxor, you can rent a driver for the whole day for about 200 bucks. That’s a fortune here. Life-changing, maybe. But we weren’t looking for a tagalong. The driver wasn’t thrilled when we let him go. You could see the hope drop out of his eyes. I hated that part. But we had our own rhythm to keep.

We walked the 800 feet from the main entrance, ignoring the shouts from vendors and the ever-lurking possibility of a scam. Everyone’s hustling—sometimes for survival, sometimes just because they can. It’s part of the deal. People stared at us like we were either crazy or rich. Maybe both. I didn’t care. That walk was ours.

The heat was no joke, but I’ve been hotter. Arizona in July is a furnace. Luxor just smolders—dry, ancient, and still alive somehow. There were patches of shade and cold drinks if you needed them. Civilization hasn’t completely surrendered to the sand.

We bought the full ticket—access to all the tombs. But we weren’t in a rush to see it all. This wasn’t a checklist trip. We’d be back. First stop: King Tut. We headed straight there before the crowds showed up. No tour guides, no selfie sticks, just us and the faint scent of something eternal.

This wasn’t just tourism. It was time travel with a sunburn. And I wouldn’t trade it for anything.

King Tut’s tomb—small, cramped, and absolutely everything you’d hope for.

It’s the runt of the litter in the Valley of the Kings, tucked away like a footnote. But don’t let size fool you. What it lacks in square footage, it makes up for in raw, undiluted awe. The walls still hum with color—vivid yellows, deep blues—paint clinging to plaster like it was brushed on last week. Maybe it’s because Tut died young and they threw this thing together in a hurry. Maybe it’s because history decided this was the one we’d all obsess over.

Immediately, you’re hit with the ritual of the modern Egyptian tomb experience: the bribe. The guard doesn’t even try to hide it. Slip him $5 or $10, and suddenly you’re getting your photo taken next to a pharaoh. Not exactly how Carter pictured it, but here we are. I’m half-joking when I say for $100, I could’ve climbed into the sarcophagus and pretended to surf it. Who knows—he might’ve handed me a paddle.

Still, the kitsch fades fast when you stand in front of something you’ve read about since you were a kid. This wasn’t just another artifact behind glass. This was it—the tomb that rewrote history, that kicked off a global obsession, that dragged Howard Carter’s dusty boots into every textbook for the next hundred years.

I stayed for ten minutes. Maybe more. Long enough to let it sink in, long enough to feel the gravity of it.

For a moment, time stopped. And all the headlines, the documentaries, the cheap souvenirs melted into the quiet presence of a boy buried in a hurry, remembered forever.

I could post a million shots of tomb walls—colorful gods, jackals, and pharaohs frozen in some eternal procession—but honestly, the internet’s already full of them. What I did post were the shots that mattered: the ones with us in them. Proof that we were there. That we descended into the underworld like a couple of sunburned Indiana Joneses with jet lag and a Samsung S25 Ultra camera.

As we ventured deeper into the Valley—tombs growing longer, steeper, more elaborate—the bribes kept coming. Every new chamber had a new guard with a familiar look. Not hostile, just… opportunistic. They know the dance. Slip them a dollar or two and suddenly you’re allowed a few extra moments, maybe even a no-flash photo you’re definitely not supposed to take.

Pro tip: bring singles. Lots of them. American ones. Think of it like tipping at a dive bar—except the bouncers here guard the gates to the afterlife. No G-strings in sight, but I wouldn’t have been surprised if I could’ve tucked a bill into a shirt collar and gotten a guided tour of Nefertari’s dreams.

By the third tomb, things started to blur. Walls began to look the same. Gods, kings, symbols, stars. But it didn’t matter. You don’t come here to be entertained. You come here because this is the stuff of legends—dust and silence and the weight of history pressing in on you like the stones above.

We were standing in the cool, sacred heart of Egyptian mythology. Touristy? Absolutely. Still worth it? Every damn second.

After a few hours baking in the tombs, it was time to crawl our way back to the world of the living. First, though, we had to pass through the exit parade of vendors—wide-eyed and ready to pounce. Trinkets, scarves, statues, water bottles—priced at ten times what you’d pay in town, and worth maybe half of that. Still, they’re hustling for survival. Can’t knock the game. Just don’t play it blind.

We made our way toward the taxi area just as things were getting loud. A group of young drivers, polished rides, sunglasses, clean seats, air conditioning—they were ganging up on an older man whose vehicle looked like it had been through a civil war and lost. No leather seats. No AC. Maybe no brakes. The old guy didn’t stand a chance against the gleaming competition.

So of course, we picked him.

Sometimes you choose the ride that needs you as much as you need it. We handed him the fare like it was a handshake of solidarity. He didn’t say much, just nodded and smiled like a man who knew the value of small victories.

Inside the car, things got… interesting. Kipp, naturally, sat up front—first in line for any head-on collision. There were no airbags. I’m not even sure the steering wheel was bolted on. I took the back, where the door only sort of latched. One good turn and I might’ve been launched into a field of goats or date trees. We didn’t talk about it—we just laughed and gripped whatever didn’t rattle.

But the driver? Gold. Calm, kind, sharp as hell. His English was flawless, his knowledge deep, and he was hustling with dignity. Next time I’m in Luxor, I’ll look for him. You remember people like that.

Eventually, we pulled up to the Mortuary Temple of Hatshepsut. Heat shimmering off the stone. Another masterpiece of ambition and ego carved straight out of the mountain. Our guy said he’d wait. No rush. No pressure. Just a man and his half-alive car, giving two dusty travelers the ride of a lifetime.

We arrived at the Mortuary Temple of Hatshepsut expecting grandeur. Majesty. That spine-tingling sense you get when you stand in front of something truly timeless. What we got instead was a shake-down at the gates.

The guards didn’t even try to play it subtle. It wasn’t if you were going to pay—it was how much. You don’t argue. You don’t lecture anyone on ethics or UNESCO codes. You hand over the money like everyone else, and you move along. It’s theater, and you’re not the star.

Kipp was fuming—more than I was. Maybe I’d already burned through my daily quota of disappointment. We walked halfway through the complex, heat baking off the stone, the crowds indifferent. And honestly? It just didn’t hit. The façade—the part you’ve seen in every guidebook and travel ad—is stunning. No denying that. But the deeper you go, the less there is to feel. It felt empty. Museum lighting and a hollow echo.

So we bailed. Cut our losses and went back to find our driver.

I secretly hoped he’d rip a few donuts in the parking lot—lean into the chaos and give us one more story to laugh about. But he just smiled, nodded, and motioned for us to hop back in. No donuts. No drama. Just a slow roll back to the hotel in the same rattling death trap that had become oddly comforting.

Sometimes, the real show isn’t the temple. It’s the ride.

Back at the hotel, we sank into something that felt like ritual—pool time and buckets of beer. Cold, cheap, and well-earned. The Nile in front of us, the sun dipping low, the beer numbing the edges of our tired feet and ancient overload.

Later, we wandered through the local shops, the kind of tourist strip lined with brass trinkets, hookah pipes, and statues of gods long out of fashion. Somewhere in the chaos, Kipp found his prize—a golden throne. Not the golden throne, but a lookalike fit for a man with a sense of humor and a checked bag.

The next morning, we were packed and ready—mentally already on the next leg—only to find out that EgyptAir had decided, in classic fashion, to cancel our flight. No warning. No explanation. Just… canceled. The joys of travel.

We scrambled, rebooked with another airline, and found ourselves staring down one more night in Cairo. Not the worst place to be stranded, but not the plan either.

Before we left Luxor, I managed to get my hands on a strong cup of Turkish coffee. The kind that punches you in the throat and reminds you you’re alive. I sipped it slow, watching the heat rise off the stone around us. One last taste of this place before the furnace of midday hit.

We made it out. A little late, a little sweatier, a little poorer in small bills. But we made it. Cairo waited, and the next chapter was about to begin. Egypt had more stories to tell.

2023 – Travel to Japan

The summer of 2023 was one for the books. My friends and I mapped out an unforgettable trip to Japan, and we were especially excited to bring the kids along for the journey. Our adventure began in the vibrant city of Tokyo, filled with energy, culture, and nonstop exploration.

The plan was for me to break off later and travel south to Kyoto and Osaka—but as travel often teaches us, flexibility is key. Just as I was preparing to head that way, news of an approaching typhoon threw a wrench into the itinerary. Rather than risk the storm, we made a spontaneous (and ultimately perfect) decision to reroute to Okinawa.

That detour turned into a beautiful blessing. Not only did we escape the bad weather, but we also had the joy of reconnecting with family and catching up with a dear friend. Sometimes, the best parts of a trip are the ones you don’t plan for.

I made a quick music video of our trip. I’m a big fan of Baby Metal and was able to incorporate their music into this fun video.

Flying from San Diego to Tokyo

We flew nonstop from San Diego to Tokyo, touching down at Narita Airport after a smooth journey. From there, we hopped on the long but scenic train ride into the heart of the city, eventually arriving in bustling Shinjuku. After checking into our cozy Airbnb, the kids were completely wiped out. It was the perfect time to unwind, reconnect with our group, and settle in for a well-deserved night’s rest.

We stayed at this AirBnB near the Hyatt. It was walking distance to everything we needed.

https://www.airbnb.com/rooms/894515591868501333

Each morning, while the rest of the group was still sleeping, Orion and I would set out on our own little adventures. These quiet early walks quickly became some of my most cherished memories. Together, we discovered the charm of Tokyo’s convenience stores—7-Elevens and Lawson’s seemed to be on nearly every corner, offering everything from snacks to unexpected treasures.

We averaged about 4 to 5 miles a day, strolling through neighborhoods that impressed us with their cleanliness and order. Along the way, we talked about the city, its structure, and how different it felt from home. But as we wandered closer to the nightlife districts, the atmosphere shifted. We began to notice signs of homelessness and scattered trash—something that genuinely surprised Orion. It became a powerful moment for him to realize that even a place as polished as Japan has its own set of challenges.

We had access to a local playground and this allowed all the children to play.

We spent one warm afternoon wandering through the tranquil grounds of Meiji Shrine, a peaceful escape tucked away in the heart of Tokyo. As we walked beneath the towering torii gates and among the ancient trees, we shared stories with the kids about Japan’s rich history and traditions. It was a beautiful moment of connection with the past—but with the sun beating down, the heat eventually caught up with all of us. Naturally, it was the perfect excuse to cool off with some well-earned ice cream!

After exploring the serene grounds of Meiji Shrine, we made our way on foot toward the lively energy of Shibuya Crossing. Along the way, we stopped at the famous Hachikō statue, where we shared the heartwarming story of Japan’s most loyal dog with the kids—a touching moment that added a layer of meaning to our visit.

Hunger eventually set in (as it always does when traveling with children), so we opted for a quick and familiar meal at McDonald’s—simple, satisfying, and kid-approved. With everyone recharged, we headed to the nearby mall, where the Nintendo Store quickly became a highlight. From beloved game characters to rare collectibles, it was a treasure trove of nostalgia and excitement. And of course, we couldn’t resist exploring the many other unique shops tucked inside.

Of course, Hetal and I couldn’t resist taking a break to sit down and enjoy a cold pint of beer—much needed after all the walking. While the kids and others wandered off to explore the shops, we took a moment to relax and soak in the atmosphere. As I wandered through the mall afterward, I made a mental note of a concert hall tucked within—something to remember for a future trip. Interestingly, the cozy little restaurant that served us the beer would eventually close down, making that moment feel even more special in retrospect.

We splurged on baseball tickets along the first base line for what would be our very first Japanese baseball experience—and it did not disappoint. From the moment the game started, the energy in the stadium was electric. The fans never stopped cheering, singing, and waving flags. It was pure, contagious excitement, and we loved every second of it.

One of my favorite parts? The legendary beer girls. Dressed in colorful uniforms, they moved swiftly through the stands with mini-kegs strapped to their backs, serving up ice-cold beers for just five bucks—all without you ever needing to leave your seat. I jokingly told my wife that for my birthday, she should dress up in a Yuengling Lager baseball jersey and hat, and follow me around the house with a mini-keg, pouring beers on request. She just laughed… but I’m still holding out hope!

To top it off, the Tokyo Giants won the game, and we left with amazing memories that we’ll be talking about for years.

After settling the kids in for the night, Hetal and I slipped back out to explore Tokyo’s nightlife. We made our way to the iconic New York Bar, perched high atop the Park Hyatt Hotel—a spot made famous by the film Lost in Translation. And yes, we managed to grab seats right where Bill Murray sat in the movie, which made the experience all the more surreal.

Drinks were around $15 each—quite reasonable by U.S. standards—but the real value was in the ambiance. The skyline view of Tokyo at night was absolutely breathtaking, and the live jazz performance set the perfect mood. It was a truly special evening for both of us, one of those rare moments that feels like it belongs in a movie of your own life.

If you’re ever in Tokyo, I highly recommend making the trip to the New York Bar. It had been closed during my last visit, so I was glad to finally experience it. Next time, I plan to check out the bar at the Ritz-Carlton for a new perspective on the city.

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On our final day in Tokyo, we made our way to the electric district of Akihabara. The kids had an absolute blast exploring the iconic arcades, quirky vending machines, and aisles of collectibles. They were especially excited to recognize the beloved Book-Off store—an unexpected favorite that quickly became a highlight of the trip.

But as we soaked in the last bits of Tokyo’s energy, word of an approaching typhoon changed our plans. Without wasting time, we said our goodbyes to the group a little early and made a swift move to Haneda Airport. Our next adventure was already calling—we were off to sunny Okinawa!

When we arrived in Okinawa, one of our first stops was dinner with Cassie, Joe, Jaxon, and Eve at a favorite local sushi spot—Kuru! The atmosphere was relaxed, the sushi was fresh and delicious, and to our surprise, the prices were about a quarter of what we’d pay back home in San Diego. Everyone ate well, laughed plenty, and we spent the evening catching up with family. It was the perfect start to our time on the island.

Between wandering through the mall and exploring the streets of downtown Naha, the kids had an unforgettable time soaking up the local culture and making memories. We sampled a variety of unique Japanese sodas and sports drinks—each one a fun surprise. And of course, the Okinawan heat and humidity were no joke! It took some time for the kids to adjust, but they handled it like champs. Among the highlights were our visit to the Pokémon Store and the stunning views of Naha that made every sweaty step worth it.

The mall was full of surprises and left us with so many great memories. Tyler managed to win a figurine from one of the prize machines, while Orion and Jaxon logged plenty of game time in the arcades. One of the more unexpected finds? A Sriracha vending machine—only in Japan!

As with our time in Tokyo, Orion and I continued our early morning walks, exploring the quieter side of the city before the day began. One morning, we stumbled upon something truly special—an old temple nestled right next to the beach. It felt like a hidden gem, blending the spiritual calm of tradition with the natural beauty of Okinawa’s coast. A perfect reminder of how magical these quiet adventures can be.

On one of our day adventures, we set out by train and on foot to visit Shuri Castle. I had last seen it in 2018, before the devastating fire—but even in its current state of reconstruction, it still held a quiet majesty. Walking through the historic grounds offered a powerful glimpse into Okinawa’s rich heritage.

The heat and humidity, however, were relentless. The kids weren’t exactly thrilled, and to be honest, we were all feeling a bit worn down. Still, despite the sweat and sun, it’s one of those experiences that sticks with you—moments of challenge that turn into lasting memories.

After visiting Shuri Castle, we continued our journey to the historic site of Hacksaw Ridge. Having seen the movie, I was struck by how different the real location felt—less dramatic, yet deeply powerful in its own quiet way. Nature had reclaimed much of the area, with thick greenery covering the ridge and an abundance of large spiders catching the kids’ attention more than the military history ever could.

While the significance of the site may have gone over their heads for now, I like to think it planted a seed—something they might return to and appreciate more deeply in the future. From there, we walked down to a nearby playground and eventually made our way back home. Surrounded by Okinawa’s natural beauty, this day turned out to be one of our most meaningful. The kids still talk about it, spinning stories of giant spiders and jungle adventures—it’s become one of those cherished family moments we’ll never forget.

And we just ate, ate, and ate.

While Orion spent the night with Jaxon, Tyler and I took the opportunity to explore the local thrift stores on foot. What stood out most to Tyler wasn’t just the shopping—it was the simple joy of walking through quiet neighborhoods, soaking in the everyday rhythm of life in Okinawa. Along the way, we passed a major sports venue, and we’re already planning to return in 2025 to catch a soccer match there.

But the real adventure was the treasure hunt at the thrift stores. For collectors like us, it’s a goldmine. I scored a Famicom for just $7—a steal compared to the $120 it would cost back home in San Diego or online. Retro games were as little as $3 each, a far cry from the $20 price tags we’re used to. Even better, I found rare titles that have long been picked over at home or in more popular spots.

Thrift store hunting has become a beloved activity for Tyler and me. Personally, I’m always on the lookout for Japanese music CDs and DVDs from the late ’90s—pieces of media that are slowly disappearing. It’s a quiet mission to preserve something special before it’s gone forever, and moments like these are what make these trips so meaningful.

During our time in Okinawa, we squeezed in a quick adventure to the local zoo. It had its own unique charm, and I’m really glad the kids got to experience it—it offered a different perspective from the zoos back home and added another layer to their cultural experience.

What made the day even more special was a quick meetup with an old friend I hadn’t seen in years. We first met back in 1999, when she was visiting Penn State on a trip. My friend Chris and I had the chance to connect with some amazing people during that time, including another friend—now living in Niigata. It meant a lot that she was able to meet my children after all these years.

We only had a short window to reconnect, but it was enough to bring back great memories. I’m already thinking about inviting her and her husband out again soon so we can catch up properly—this time over some cold beers. Very cool moment, and one I’ll always appreciate.

Cassie and I took the kids to the Okinawa Churaumi Aquarium, and it was nothing short of incredible. Often called the best aquarium in the world, it lived up to the hype with its massive tanks and stunning marine life—including the awe-inspiring whale shark, which left us all speechless.

After soaking in the underwater wonders, we made our way down to the nearby beach to explore the tide pools. The kids were fascinated by the tiny creatures and shifting sands, turning the afternoon into a hands-on marine adventure. These moments clearly left a mark—Tyler still talks about it and is already asking to go back this year. It’s amazing how powerful these experiences become in shaping their love for the world.

On the way home, we stopped by a brewery named after Orion or maybe, was Orion named after the Brewery? It’s Orion’s Happy Park! Of course, I’m always happy to have a cold pint of Orion beer. Sadly, we didn’t get any beer on this stop but we did pick up some t-shirts for Orion to wear when he’s home.

Then, it was all over! Time to go home! The children will never forgot how cool it was when dad took them to Japan!

2015 – Travel to Abu Dhabi and Dubai, UAE

The United Arab Emirates is the Las Vegas of the Middle East. You can easily take your family or a couples visit to an amazing place that has grown over the years. I was fortunate enough to have spent two years on and off with some great work friends. Here’s the break down.

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Getting to Dubai, UAE

It’s hot and can be pricey. Expect to pack clothes that fits the culture. Women shouldn’t be indecent and should cover. Just think 1950s USA. Don’t need to dress like you’re going to church, but outside of the hotels, you may get looks. Dress for the heat. You’ll want to stay covered and use sunscreen. Dubai airport is huge and expect to walk a long distance after you get off. If you’re doing connecting flights, you need 2 hours between or you’re in trouble. Take out $200 in local cash. Cash still is king. Local taxis are generous and mostly driven by foreigners such as Indians. Your food service and hotel help is mostly Filipinos. Also be mindful of swearing and obscene expression. Don’t shoot the finger and don’t swear at someone. You’ll be fined.

Any airline that comes into Dubai is good. Just be ready for the heat.

Drinking in UAE

If you’re a Muslim, it’s against the law. If you’re a foreigner, you’ll need to drink at the hotels and restaurants attached. If you want to pick up liquor from a local store, you need a liquor card. It’s best to save the drinking for the beaches and resorts.

Where to Stay

When you’re staying in Dubai, it comes down to spending $100-$200 a night. Check AirBnbs, but be ready for some high prices. Hotel Atlantis is a resort and worth it, but will cost you some money. There is no Motel 6. Expect to pay money. I would recommend two nights in Dubai to get the most for your experience.

Source: https://www.atlantis.com/dubai

If you can, stay at the Atlantis for a couple of nights. For budget, find other options.

Things to do in Dubai

Dubai Mall

Source: https://thedubaimall.com/

The King of all malls. You want luxury, they have it. They have a fish tank in the middle. Does your mall have like this? No. They want to splurge on experiences for everyone. Why not? This place is worth visiting with the kids. Expect to pay a lot for food and snacks. Fast food for cheap.

Ski Dubai

Source: https://www.skidxb.com/en-ae/ski-dubai

You have to do it. Take the kids. I did it when I went for my first time in Dubai. It was a dream to do something this crazy. You’ll never regret it and it’s worth the price.

Tallest Skyscraper in the Word – Burj Khalifa

Source: https://www.burjkhalifa.ae/

If you’re in Dubai, you must go up in it. You’ll never lose track anywhere you are in the city and they did a good job. You’ll spend some money, but when will you ever do this again? Get tickets online or in advanced. Don’t wait.

Sailboat 7 Star Hotel

Source: https://www.jumeirah.com/en/stay/dubai/burj-al-arab-jumeirah

I’ll just say it right now. You’re not staying here. This 7 star.. Yes, 7 star hotel is one of a kind. If you’re able to gain access to have tea, you’ll pay some money for it. This is where all the expensive dreams come true. You see plenty of videos about how people do adventure stuff from the top of this. I have friends that made it inside, but I never went. I didn’t care enough to pay the toll.

Getting to Abu Dhabi, UAE

You can get to Abu Dhabi directly by flying into the airport or drive down from Dubai. Just me mindful that the boxes on the side of the road are speed traps that take pictures. 5 over will get a shot and you get a nasty bill later. Be sure to be in an air conditions car for the children. If you’re not taking a family everywhere, don’t forget that local taxis are good. It’s less headache to take one and let someone else drive for you. I’ve spent plenty of time here and have a few strong recommendations.

Where to Stay

Try 2 nights at Ritz Carlton:

Source: https://www.ritzcarlton.com/en/hotels/auhrz-the-ritz-carlton-abu-dhabi-grand-canal/overview/

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I must confess that I’ve spent most of my time in Abu Dhabi while living at the Ritz Carlton. I am biased, but highly recommend it because there is no where else with the same level of customer service. I dreamed of having my family come visit me while I stayed here in the Villas, but my ex-wife wasn’t willing to travel. When you hear about luxury hotels, this is one within most family’s price ranges. Expect to stay two nights and pad yourself $2,000 budget. It’s around $325/night. The restaurants are amazing. Skip the room service and just enjoy what the restaurants give you. You don’t need to leave the resort. The pool side is amazing. Fresh beer or drinks to your chair. You won’t wait. There is someone to serve you. There is no other place in the world that touches the customer service like this. You may get spoiled.

Put the children into the youth clubs and just relax as parents. They have water sports, ping pong, and other activities that the children will enjoy. Just relax at the pool too. Take a taxi anywhere. Walk across the street to the Mosque. Do two nights and see how it treats you.

World’s Most Amazing Buffet

Source: https://www.ritzcarlton.com/en/hotels/auhrz-the-ritz-carlton-abu-dhabi-grand-canal/dining/auhrz-restaurant-dining-events/

There is nothing else like this. You have the craziest buffet in the world. Get the alcohol package. There was a room dedicated to just port wine. There was a room for sweets that was compared to being at Willy Wonka’s factory garden. It’s excessive. Even if you don’t stay at the Ritz, come on Saturday and enjoy this buffet. You’ll spend most of the time wondering how they do it. However, it’s the Ritz Carlton. Who else would? Also, not all Ritz Carlton’s are equal. This is the one that’s the most attentive customer service. I’ve looked.

Beach Rotana

Source: https://www.rotana.com/rotanahotelandresorts/unitedarabemirates/abudhabi/beachrotana

I’ve spent a couple of months here and come to enjoy its location. You’re right next to the mall and can walk the family there. It’s on the cheaper end and doesn’t cost as much as the Ritz Carlton. You can get away with 2-5 nights here. This is the most central to downtown. You can drive or taxi to the places you need. The food here is good and you have access to water sports. This is more for budgets.

Things to do in Abu Dhabi

Most of your eating will probably be at the hotels or an occasional food outing at the malls. Here are the things I recommend for family people. Non-families can find other resources on the internet such as clubs and parties. I know those, but those stay in my heart and those stories are saved for friend and family.

The Art Museum

Source: https://www.louvreabudhabi.ae

It’s worth seeing this place. There are rotating pieces that come through. For the art lovers or non-art lovers, you can appreciate the architecture and care put into this place.

Ferrari World

Source: https://www.ferrariworldabudhabi.com/

If you’re a roller coaster junkie, you must ride the world’s fastest roller coaster. This is more for the adults or teenagers. Young ones may not benefit from their eyelids being attached to the back of their heads as the ride accelerates.

Yas Island

Source: https://www.yasisland.com/

Good for families and adults only. It’s where you can find the water parks. Why not? If on a budget, this is the park for you. If you don’t mind splurging, go to Hotel Atlantis in Dubai and get the water park there.

Jet Skiing

Source: https://alrayaadventure.com/

Unbelievable experience. More for adults. You’ll never experience this beach life the same. A couple of friends and I did this and we had so much fun. Thanks to them, I had a great time.

Drive by the Pineapple Building

Source: https://sandytimes.ae/articles/25/architecture-insights-the-story-behind-abu-dhabis-pineapple-looking-buildings

Maybe, your kids will like it. It’s different right? See this and the other weird building. Aldar Headquarters building.

Source: https://visitabudhabi.ae/en/what-to-see/iconic-landmarks/aldar-hq

Falcon Hospital

Source: https://www.falconhospital.com/

So, you like birds? So do the Emirates. My buddy and I visited this in hopes to get a tour and sometimes, they offer one. However, our timing gave us a room full of locals with their birds hanging out. While leaving, we had a driver throat his dead bird out the window. We noticed the carcass on the side of the road. I guess they didn’t save his bird. It’s worth coming here if you’ve done everything else in Abu Dhabi.

Historical UAE Structures

Source:https://visitabudhabi.ae/en/what-to-see/iconic-landmarks/qasr-al-muwaiji

Visit some old stuff. I walked through and felt that it was more of a tourist attraction. However, it doesn’t cost anything. Try it. Extra credit, just like the Alamo, see if you can get into the basement. That’s where they keep Pee Wee Herman’s bike.

Desert Safari

Source: https://www.abudhabi-desert-safari.com/

There is something about someone driving a vehicle over the sands with you in it. Imagine jumping dunes with a local driving. If you’re into thrill, this is cool. They also have outings where you can surf down dunes and enjoy the desert experience. Make sure you go in the evenings and winter times. It’s hot.

Abu Dhabi Sheikh Zayed Grand Mosque

Source: https://www.szgmc.gov.ae/

We saved the best for last. If you’re staying at the Ritz, you can walk across the road. There is plenty of parking. Just be mindful that females must go into a separate area and get covered. Wear pants and cover yourself as it’s respectful. There is no other mosque as grand as this. This is a treasure. Family friendly.

2024 – Travel to Cairo, Egypt

Travel to Egypt – Cairo

All my life, I’ve wanted to see the Egyptian pyramids. We grew up on King Tut, pyramids, and the tombs of Luxor. I wanted to climb inside, see the Egyptian hieroglyphs, and visit King Tut’s mask. I was fortunate to do it all. In July 2024, my brother and I traveled to Egypt. Below, I lay out the thought process to traveling.

If choosing to travel with children, it’s recommended that they’re older and can appreciate more. Maybe, high school ages could work. College age is best. I do not recommend bringing toddlers or elementary school aged children unless you’re visiting family. This overview is for the professional tourist and not for the family who’s visiting other family in Egypt.

Season to Travel

Traveling to Cairo will be hot. It’s mostly a dry heat and can be compared to being in Phoenix, Arizona. It’s cheaper to travel when no one wants to visit, but it’s more comfortable to travel when it’s colder. Sometimes, your schedule is dictated by children’s schedules. Traveling during the holidays will impact your travel costs. We went in the summer since children were out of school, travel costs were down, and we had better deals.

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Area of Concern	Spring	Summer	Fall	Winter
Flight Costs	$700s to 900s	$800s to $1200s	$800s	$700s
Weather	Warm	Hot	Cooling	Comfortable

Source: https://weatherspark.com/y/96939/Average-Weather-in-Cairo-Egypt-Year-Round#Figures-Summary

How to pack for this country

Depending on what time of year that you go, you’ll want to consider your packing style. Egypt may be less conservative than other Arab countries. How you dress will attract attention. It’s better to wear pants and polo or button down shirts to blend in, but it’s not unreasonable to wear shorts. Girls and women may need to consider their outfits. Try not to have too revealing of clothes and also keep in mind that about UV protection. Most indoor places have air conditioning. If you need heat relief, plan for it.

Suggested Packing List:

Packing Item	Where to Buy
International Power Charger Block (existing two-prong US chargers will work on certain sockets)	$8 : https://amzn.to/409WiZW
Portable Recharging Battery	$26: https://amzn.to/49RmLyO
Cell Phone Cables	Bring existing cables. I would recommend a main and backup set.
Durable Travel Luggage	$210: https://amzn.to/3VPUnHC I’ll create a luggage post soon. I use this very case.
Travel Fold-able Duffel Bag (For shopping overflow)	$15 or less : https://amzn.to/41Pf2z7
Travel Backpack (Try low weight, small space types)	$19 or less: https://amzn.to/4fyODZL
Non-Expensive Sunglasses and Hat	Existing if you can. Can get dirty and trashed
5 days of underwear and socks	Existing if you can
2 pants, 2 day shorts, 4 shirts,1 workout outfit, 1 belt	Existing if you can
One pair of walking shoes	Existing and expect to get dirty
Toiletry Items – Travel toothpaste, toothbrush, soap, and shampoos	Existing or buy at home. Place in gallon zip lock bag
Prescribed Medicines and Melatonin (for sleep)	All other medicine is available there and 1/20th the cost found in USA
Cell phones, electronic entertainment	Existing cell phone, Nintendo Switch, tablets
Travel Cell Phone Tripods	$40 : https://amzn.to/3BHkjOI I’m a fan of Manfotto for quality and resale
Wireless headphones	$20 : https://amzn.to/3VTPuxa Cheaper than airport costs
American Cash	$100 to $200 (for Tourist Visa and pop ups). Be sure it’s in $5,10, or $20 bills. Nothing over $20. For visiting sites, have $1 bills as easy bribes.
International Travel for Cell Phone	Check your provider. Getting eSIMs may work, but unsure about Egypt. I was charged $10 day for Egypt. Could hotspot if you need others to borrow traffic.
Printed copy of your travel plans power point. Includes copy of your passport.

Things to Probably Not Pack

Travel pillows – Why? It’s extra stuff and you could use your jacket. However, disregard if you’re a professional travel with a travel pillow
Open toe shoes – It’s hot, but you’re going to walk everywhere. Probably best to not bring the flip flops. I recommend traveling light.

Picking Flights

When and Where to Leave: If you’re traveling alone or with a few people, it’s best to pick something that fits the slowest person in the group. It’s best to pick major airports such as LAX, JFK, or Washington’s Dulles in order to get the best flight times for the price. Best times to begin travel is between hours of 10 AM and 6 PM. Why? Comfort. 6 AM flights mean that you must get up at 3 AM that includes waking up, getting ready, travel time, check in, security lines, and passport control. If you’re comfortable sleeping on a plane, it’s OK to leave in the evening. A few alcohol drinks and you’re sleeping well. Keep in mind that your arrival to Cario may impact your ability to check into a hotel or AirBnB. Be ready for 2 AM arrival when everyone’s tired and there are limited taxi options. When it comes to eating, the airline will ensure that you’re taken care of and well fed before arrival. Try not to eat the airport if you’re trying to save money. Lastly, check in your luggage. Overhead space is limited. Bring your backpack full of electronics, battery back, and cables. If there’s a layover, you’re not dealing with your luggage and can enjoy jetting out.

When it comes to picking a seat, be sure to get a window or an aisle seat. SeatGuru.com is great for figuring out bad seats. It’s most likely that you’re not paying the money for business or first class. If you’re doing that, why are you reading my blog? Pay someone to do the planning and stay somewhere fancy. Do consider sitting near the middle of the plane for stability. I like it on the wings. When the plane lands, it doesn’t matter when you get off.

Lay overs and Hops: The adventure traveling in me seeks out layovers. From LAX to Egypt, I have options for London, Zurich, Rome, and Istanbul to name a few. You’ll need to decide how long the layover will be and how much you can see. Is it worth it? If you have 4 hours or less, it may not be worth leaving the airport since it’ll take customs, visas, travel (traffic included) and come back. I recommend two hours arrival before you fly out. Look for 4 to 10 hour layovers to get your best return. We did Rome and it was worth it. We had 10 hours and it was enough to leave the airport (30 minutes), get on a train (1 hour), and several minutes to figure out the subway to the spots we wanted. We ended up walking most of it and that was part of the joy. I’m a big fan of beer photos next to historic items. Take your special social media pictures. Pull out cash ($100 if you can do it) for emergencies. If you’re wondering about quick tours, research ahead if there’s a long line and if it’s worth skipping. It may be worth dedicated a future trip to that spot. It’s nice to get a teaser. I recommend picking up local alcohol from the duty free at airport and food while you’re out. Make sure you’re back at the airport 2 hours prior to lift off.

Also, never book a flight that has less than 1 1/2 hours layover. You need time to get off the plane and back onto the next one. It’s never worth it for 30 minutes because you’ll most likely not make it. As for the number of hops, it comes down to your comfort level and when you plan to arrive. It’s OK to have 2 hops. We went from LAX to Rome to Cairo. It’s OK to have more if it fits your budget and time. However, if you’re dealing with people with airline anxieties, keep the hops low and the layovers short. Just get from point A to B.

Arriving at airport

Arriving to this airport should be non-eventful. You’ll get off and walk a short period of time until you come to the customs line.

Important: $25 for 30 day tourist visa required before entering the passport exit line. It is best to have cash since they’ll try to say that their credit card machines aren’t working. Following the other tourists as they get their visa. If possible, you might want to get the visa online and have it printed out: https://www.ivisa.com/. The ATM at the airports may be out of service and you’re stuck. They’ll have mercy and their credit card machines may automatically work, but it’s a hassle.

I think there was wifi in the airport, but it’s slow. It’s time to turn on your international cell phone roaming.

Once through the gates, pick your luggage and be ready to travel to your lodging.

Travel to Lodging

I recommend not driving or renting a vehicle. Take a taxi as your visit. Expect a man to greet you and find a taxi. Ask for the price from A to B right away. He’ll give you an amount and that’s what you pay the taxi drive. He’ll want a tip. This is where your $5 or $10 cash tip will help. It’s best to have American dollars. Expect $10 – $30 to reach your destination. Most hotels will allow you to drop off your luggage early if you’re not able to check in before most 2 PM times.

Busses are going to take longer and most likely won’t help. I’d skip them.

Uber does work here (Not in Luxor), but other apps do! Careem is what the locals use. We used it and it was very affordable. While you’re waiting for a Careem pick up, you’ll be harassed by taxi drivers. You’re welcome to tell them you’re waiting for someone to pick you up. They’ll continue to offer you a cheaper price when you’re waiting and it gets annoying.

Picking Lodging

When it comes to lodging, there are three options. You can stay safe by getting an upscale hotel in the middle of the city, get lodging next to the Pyramids in Giza, or find an AirBnb for your family. It comes down to what you’re willing to pay. AirBnb is king on the price and can get the best views. We did one with the view of the Pyramids. It cost us around $115 a night and the host was amazing. Below is the link to where we booked. We could book in the same area for $50 night, but we had extra rooms just in case. You should check if your hotel or AirBnB has laundry washing capability and air conditioning.

View On Airbnb Rental unit in Nazlet El-Semman · ★4.97 · 3 bedrooms · 6 beds · 1 bath

If you’re taking a family, stay in the center of the city. It is marked green in the middle of Cairo. Stay next to the river. Teenagers will be more comfortable with the hotel options and restaurants. You can easily take taxis to the sites and back. However, if you’re an adventure traveler, I highly recommend finding a place right next to the Giza pyramids. The view is one of a kind and pictures do not do justice. If you’re staying in Giza, expect to be solicited for everything. For those who aren’t use to 3rd world countries, you may find the poverty to be too much and dirty.

How to daily travel

Walking will be a challenge when it’s hot. You’ll always be solicited for taxi rides or sold stuff. When you leave the lodging location, figure out your travel routine. Crossing the roads are dangerous. There are people jaywalking and crossing the streets at all times of the day. Figure out how they do and try it. If you’re dealing with kids, don’t try it. Just go to the stop lights or order a taxi. Kids aren’t use to it and may risk getting hurt.

How to take photos

If you’re taking a DSLR camera, you’ll want to take a wide angle and regular kit lens. The wide angle will get your landscape shots while the regular kit lense will get everything else. Play with your manual settings to get better shorts inside of the low light places.

However, the best is mobile cameras. Samsung Ultra 24 or the latest IPhone will have all the best abilities that a DSLR provides without the hassle of changing lenses. Just turn the camera around and use the selfie mode. You’ll get plenty of good photos without needing someone else or a tripod. Also, selfie sticks are dumb. Leave them at home or better yet, put them in the trash. It’s best to get a better phone with cameras that support turning it around.

I didn’t get a GoPro or Ace270. I found that my mobile camera did much better in low light. I found it easier to start, stop, and delete recordings than the GoPros. We went up inside the pyramids with this method and it worked very well. Also, the mobile phone cameras are starting to allowing recording at 4K and 8K. You can do so much with this as being your option.

I honestly believe most people are able to take decent photos. I would recommend spending time take as many photo as you can. When will you ever come back to Egypt again? Go for broke.

How to eat and drink

Egypt is very friendly on food. You’ll find everything to be so cheap, you’ll not believe the prices. A meal could cost you $4 and if you feel like you’re not paying enough. Don’t bother going grocery shopping. You’re best to order take out and bring it back to the lodging location. Microwave and enjoy the leftovers. If you have children, there are plenty of options for chicken and fast foods. You’ll not be disappointed. Everything is a value menu. Deserts are tasty and kids should eat well. If you’re a foodie who is too good for fast food, then maybe you should skip my section. Fast food in Egypt isn’t the same as the United States. It’s a comfort food for children and maybe, you’ll need that for a start.

As seen on instagram, it’s totally worth getting KFC and Pizza Hut food next to the Pyramids. It’s a killer picture!

As in most 3rd world countries, avoid the ice and stick to bottled waters or drinks. This goes for your lodging. Don’t think that they have a filtering system. Brush your teeth with bottled water and don’t put the shower water in your mouth.

I didn’t find any exotic foods in Egypt that were found in other parts of the world. Most of the time, the food is very healthy and affordable. Most people speak English in the tourist areas.

When it comes to alcohol, there are liquor stores in the areas called Drinkies. You’re best to get all your booze and bring it back to the lodging. It is difficult to find some places that serve alcohol, but they exist. The Turkish coffee is amazing. Since it’s always hot, travel with water in your backpack.

Traveling during Ramadan is a whole different experience. Be ready for limitations and local Muslims to limit day time experiences. While staying in Abu Dhabi, we’ve noticed that everyone shifted their schedules to at night and slept during the day. Maybe this applies to Egypt too.

Must haves to visit

These are the must haves if you’re spending any money to travel to Egypt. Even if you plan to go back, make this happen for your first visit.

Giza Pyramids Spinx

Official Website: https://egymonuments.gov.eg/archaeological-sites/giza-plateau

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You can show up yourself or pay for someone to take you. If you’re not an adventure traveler, you’re best to pay for someone to take you through. If you’re going solo, like we did, be sure to reserve tickets online and scan with your phone or best print them out. Expect to spend 4 hours onsite and arrive as early in the morning as you can. The later in the day, the busier and hotter it’ll become. You’ll be charged money to take any ride either by car, on camel, or wagon. Also, buy the addons to go inside the pyramids. It’s an experience and expect a workout. Below is an example video of your possible experience. After taking pictures next to the sphinx, climbing inside the largest pyramid and walk around to see the others, it’s tiring. I didn’t find interest in the other tombs or other sites in the area. You could get those, but aren’t must to haves.

New Egyptian Grand Museum

Official Website: https://grandegyptianmuseum.org/

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This museum is new and is still in progress. However, through online reservations, some can visit this in the early months prior to a public opening. There are so many artifacts that you can look up close and touch. It’s clean and well kept. There are affordable places to eat and drink. It’s very family friendly. This is a must have for anyone. When you climb the stairs, you’ll see those pyramids. Do pay for the audio tour. It’s worth it.

Original Egyptian Museum

Source: https://egyptianmuseumcairo.eg/

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This is where you’ll find the King Tut exhibit until it’s moved to the new Grand Museum. It’s worth buying the ticket online and having it ready before you go in. You may find yourself solicited for guides and that’s OK. You can pay them to show you around, but you’ll want to know what you’re looking for. Look for King Tut’s treasures, the two brothers painting, and the book of the dead (framed on a wall). You can knock this place out in two hours or more if you’re hiring a guide. It’s dusty and the exhibits are old fashion. Make sure you get what you came for.

“Nice to haves” to visit

If you’re traveling with a family, you’re going to take them to the mall. Let them shop and eat. The world is becoming a smaller place as we see places we have in common. Shopping malls is a part of the modern world. There is only so many history sites you can visit before you become numb. Hence, these are nice to haves. Instagram places such as the Pizza Hut & KFC is good to try, but not a must. We weren’t disappointed. We left Cairo knowing we did enough.

Coptic Churches
Khan Al-Khalili (open-air bazaar)
Pizza Hut & KFC next to the Pyramid
Hookah Bars and Turkish Coffee cafes
Cairo Citadel
Mosque of Muhammad Ali
Saqqara (Sakkara) Pyramids

How to leave to airport

Finally, you’re ready to leave. It’s best to leave after 12 PM. Leave enough time to eat, pack, clean, and make it to the airport. Taxis or ride shares are best. Don’t take a bus. Leave yourself an hour just to arrive to the airport and 2 hours for international, 1 1/2 hours for domestics. The airport security is old school and they must scan your luggage. It’s going to be stressful. Once inside, be prepared to eat and pay attention to the leaving times. Thanks for coming to Cairo. I hope this gives just enough to make your trip easier.

3rd World, Ancient History, Egypt, No Toddlers, Teenagers

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