If living in Cairo has taught me one thing in the course of two summers, it is the value of swimming pool culture. Paying to use the pool at a private club or hotel for the day is a huge summer activity here, and I have to admit, I've become a big fan of the practice.
We're particularly fond of a place called the Muhammad Ali Club, which is way out in the middle of nowhere past Mounib. It's got a pretty spacious pool, good food and big bench seats along the Nile where you can lay out, smoke shisha and drool on yourself while you nap for the bargain price of 40LE (Heineken beach towel included). It's the best deal in town and I particularly like it because you really feel like you've escaped smog-enveloped Cairo for a day.
You can also attack your friends with ice cream:
I didn't bother to take pictures of the pool itself this past weekend, but I thought my shot of the Pasha himself lording over the cows was pretty sweet. I don't know why there are cows there, there just are. Mooooo.
