Circa 1990, a plane I was in landed in Alexandria for a quick stopover.
If the ‘scenery’ weren’t enough, stench of the slums permeated the cabin as we came in for the landing.
It was the kind of foul, sour, nauseating odor of squalor and decay that can challenge even the toughest stomachs.
That’s my memory of Alexandria, Egypt.
Yes, those were the huge tenement buildings that Nasser built and stuffed with his Arab Union lowlifes. What was once the Med’s cleanest city became a sewer by the time you were there. Arabs do tolerate squalor quite nicely.