Zhang Zian stopped for a while, waiting for the stray dog in front of him to run away before continuing.
Different organizations had different assessments of the prevalence of rabies in Egypt. Some organizations gave the same high-risk rating as China; some organizations thought that only wild animals in Egypt had been found, and the risk was lower than China's. However, it was not clear whether stray animals were considered wild animals under this standard.
In short, Zhang Zian did not want to test the law and verify whether Egypt's rabies vaccine was effective.
He walked northeast for a few more minutes, passing by one dazzling temple after another. The number of pedestrians in front of him suddenly increased. Looking at the map, he confirmed that he had arrived at the famous Khan el-Khalili market.
The Khan el-Khalili market was not a market, but a small commodity bazaar composed of thousands of small shops in dozens of narrow streets and alleys. It mainly sold all kinds of handicrafts to tourists from all over the world. Of course, there was no lack of specialty snack shops for customers to feast their eyes on.
Whether it was the Hussein Square next to it or here, the Arabic-style buildings had replaced the high-rise buildings. If a romantic poet was here, he would definitely sigh and enter the world of One Thousand and One Nights.
However, it was like the houses in the Forbidden City. The first few looked very fresh, and people rushed to take photos, but after a while, it was just like that. What's more, these buildings were very old. The outdoor air conditioners that were at least 20 years old hung precariously on the second floor, making people very nervous.
"Achoo!" Famous sneezed loudly, sniffed, and said, "What a strong fragrance!"
Not to mention Famous, who had a sensitive sense of smell, even Zhang Zian could feel the overly-strong scent of the essence coming towards him. Maybe it was because the local people had a strong body odor and did not bathe often, so essences were popular here.
Maybe it was because they did not like the smell of essence, but stray dogs had almost disappeared here.
Zhang Zian came early, and there were not many pedestrians here, because Egyptians generally ate two meals a day: nine or ten in the morning and four or five in the afternoon. Dinner was the main meal, and it was relatively rich. Breakfast was just a casual meal.
"Howl!"
A strange voice called out to him.
Zhang Zian looked in the direction of the sound and saw several local men in white robes sitting in front of the shop on the street, smoking hookahs. The craftsmanship of the silver hookah was exquisite, but the places where it was often held were already oxidized and blackened. They noticed the black-haired, yellow-skinned Zhang Zian and excitedly exhaled a mouthful of smoke.
He hesitated for a moment, wondering if he should reply in Japanese, Korean, or Chinese. In the end, he waved back in Chinese. "Hello."
The man gestured and mumbled something, as if praising him for having a good cat and a good dog, and then invited him to smoke a hookah.
Zhang Zian was not interested in smoking a hookah, but he still went over to take a look out of courtesy.
These men really knew how to enjoy themselves. They smoked hookahs, drank black tea, and played Egyptian mahjong. When Zhang Zian came over, they warmly invited him to sit down and play mahjong with them.
Zhang Zian couldn't even play mahjong in China, let alone Egyptian mahjong. He quickly waved his hands and refused.
But these men were still very enthusiastic, even a little too enthusiastic. They took out the mouthpiece of the hookah they had just taken out of their mouths and put it next to Zhang Zian's mouth, as if they wanted him to take a puff no matter what.
Were the Egyptian people so hospitable?
But no matter how enthusiastic they were, Zhang Zian really couldn't bring himself to take a puff of the cigarette that had been smoked by his ancestors for so many years.
In addition to having the world's largest number of stray dogs, Egypt also had the world's highest incidence of hepatitis C — 15%. At least 3 million Egyptians carried the hepatitis C virus, and almost every family had a hepatitis C patient. Although in theory, hepatitis C was generally not transmitted through saliva, but … it was still necessary to be afraid when it was necessary.
The large-scale spread of the hepatitis C virus in Egypt began in the 1950s. At that time, the Egyptian government had used unsterilized syringes in order to vaccinate the entire population. Since then, it had been out of control, and it was a typical man-made disaster.
Some foreigners who needed to stay in Egypt for a long time for business or private reasons, or people who were cleanly obsessed with short-term travel, would even inject themselves with the hepatitis C vaccine before they set off, just in case.
Zhang Zian didn't inject himself with the hepatitis C vaccine, and he didn't want to take the risk. He counted. There were exactly six Egyptian men smoking hookahs in this row. According to the 15% probability, one of them should be a carrier of the hepatitis C virus … It was similar to Russian roulette, exciting.
He was entangled by these men, and he had a sudden inspiration. He remembered that before he set off, he had bought a lot of cooling ointment according to the online guide. He had heard that Egyptians were extremely fond of the cooling ointment made in China, and sometimes they could even be used as tips. It was simply a hard currency.
So he took out a few boxes of cooling ointment from his pocket, smiled, and gave them to them.
Richard lost no time in dubbing in Arabic. "Gah! Come, come, the emperor's cooling ointment from China is for everyone! "
Several men were stunned at the same time. Between their thick eyebrows and big eyes, there was an incredible surprise. They put down their hookahs and teacups and surrounded him, not even playing mahjong.
They didn't have the time to be surprised that Zhang Zian could speak so fluently in Arabic, but they were more interested in the so-called emperor's cooling ointment.
Egypt's hot and dry weather was well known. It did not mean that the locals could fully adapt to this kind of weather after living here for a long time. The locals also felt hot. Besides, they wore a lot, but there was no other way. Not everyone had the money to immigrate.
The effect of the cooling ointment was very magical in their eyes. Not only could it relieve the heat, but it could also cover up their overly strong body odor. It was much better than essence!
Zhang Zian did not understand Arabic, but he observed their expressions and noticed that the expressions of these Egyptians were different. They stared at him with a hungry look, just like wolves that had seen blood. He could not help but tighten his chrysanthemum. It was not good to be too handsome. Was this b * tch bird going to cause trouble for me again? It seemed that he really had to send it to the kitchen of KFC!
Damn it, if all these big and burly men were to swarm him, he would really be covered in sweat!
However, he soon found that he had misunderstood. They were not staring at him, nor his chrysanthemum, but the cooling ointment in his hand!
He said in his heart, I knew that Egyptians like cooling ointment, but do they actually like it to this extent? This was practically daylight robbery!
Or is it that the cooling ointment in his hand is particularly popular with the locals?
In order to maintain the friendship between the people of China and Egypt, he had specially spent a lot of money to buy a batch of precious cooling ointment, packed it in his suitcase, and brought it to Egypt.
It was not the so-called low-end junk that was popular on Taobao, but the popular on Pinduo!
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