- location (near a mosque/ school/ embassy/ gas station or mechanic- hot spot for creepy men)
- neighbours (super orthodox/nosy/noisy/creepy/foreign- can make for more relaxed bawabs)
- landlord (not crazy/relaxed about visitors of the same/opposite sex/egyptian/non-egyptian)
- rent (egyptian price/tourist price)
We were blessed eventually with a comfortably sized flat in a prime location with a flexible landlord and accommodating bawab. The bawab is more or less the egyptian equivalent of a bouncer, for aparments and businesses across the country. They spend their days sitting watching the world pass by, socialising with passing citizens and other bawabs. They are responsible for the cleanliness of the foyer and rubbish disposal for the entirety of the apartments in their building. All we have to do is dump our bin bags outside of the door, and within a couple of hours those nifty garbage elves have removed everything. We have two bawabs, one old, one young (which is quite unusual from what I've seen) and we're supposed to tip them/ bring them slices of cake/chocolates every so often- something which as of yet we have failed to do, save in Eid al Adha last week when Anais, my flatmate, tipped them some change, as is customary during this time. They deserve at least a bit of cash, to compensate them for their tolerance of what can only be described as sometimes bizarre behaviour...last night we snuck past him in full costume to go to a belated halloween party- perplexed, I think, is the word he would have been looking for had he wished to express his reaction...
So all is well for us in the real estate realm once again, hamdulilah.
There is never a dull moment in this country.
The bawab outside of our institute. A merry fellow.