After being in Egypt for a while now, I finally felt emboldened enough to set up a slackline in a garden nearby my apartment. This was a few weeks ago and proved to be successful. The British Embassy Garden is a five minute walk from my apartment. The garden covers an entire block and is filled with shrubs and trees surrounding the meandering sidewalk through its’ middle. I had been scouting out a few places with clear landings and good trees for a few weeks at this point. Jessa came with me on the first night. We arrived about an hour and a half before dark. I walked by the guards, greeted them energetically and proceeded down the garden sidewalk.
It was a beautiful evening to slackline. After walking it a few times, a small crowd began to gather to watch. One of the
guards came over to see what I was doing. Everyone responded with enthusiastic appreciation and congratulations.
Eventually Ben came down to the gardens to join us. Both he and Jessa tried it. Around the time it was getting dark, I
started conversing with an Egyptian bystander who had lived in the states for a few years. Our conversation revolved mostly around Western stereotypes toward the Arab world and Islam. His kids joined in on the fun with Jessa and Ben while I talked with the gentleman.
I decided to set up the slack line again the next night. However, I tried out a new spot for it. When I started to set this
line up an official guard in a white uniform (different from the guards that watched me the first time) came across the
street to ask me what I was doing. I explained as best I could and after telling him I was going to walk across this line he
surprisingly asked, “you”? This line was a little longer than the last (maybe 55-60 feet) and a little closer to the street.
After hopping on it a few times the guard responded enthusiastically. After learning my name he told me that he would tell the other guards that this is ok. A bigger crowd gathered this time… by big I mean maybe 10-15 people at the most at one time, but people were coming and going. Perhaps this was partly because it was closer to the street and partly because it was much earlier in the day. About the time it was dark my language partner met me at the the gardens, took me back to my apartment to quickly freshen up and we (along with Ben and his language partner) went to drink coffee and eat “couscoosee”. I have found a place to slackline!