Greenways in the Desert

We live on the edge of Cairo -- actually, in Giza -- in the desert. The Alexandria Desert Road [emphasis added] borders us to the north. Drive anywhere in this area, and what you'll see is sand instead of soil.

While sand predominates just outside the walls of our apartment compound, inside is a tropical paradise. The compound is widely known for its beauty. Although the building exteriors can be a bit shabby looking and in need of repair, the walkways between them are tropical and green (see map screenshot, below). On my morning walks, I see the gardening crew watering, mowing, trimming, and grooming the extensive plantings enjoyed by the ever-present feral cats. The air is thick with birds flying from palm to palm. Sadly, I'm usually the only person walking the compound for pleasure and exercise. Out and back from our apartment, connecting all the lanes and greenways with my feet, is about 2 miles.

All of these greenways are within our compound. (Google maps)


Here are some scenes from our compound.

Lights wrapped around palm trees.

Bougainvillea is always blooming, as is hibiscus.

Delightful hoopoe birds are everywhere.

Bananas!

More bougainvillea, this time as a privacy hedge.

Lush scene from one of the greenways.

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