Panic (opticon) in the streets of Cairo

While navigating the concrete valleys of Cairo back to my flat early this morning, I came across a mad dog. It was frightening.

I saw him way up ahead, standing guard of his road and periodically freaking out and running around in circles. Then he spotted me.

He stared me down, looked deep into my eyes, raised his hulking shoulders and growled as if to say "hey faggot, how'd you like to get your neck bit? I'm bringing crazy back, and you're it, bitch."

I looked for a stick or a club or a fucking rock or a Diet Coke can I could fashion into some sort of crude blade, but there was nothing around.

I clenched my fists, tipped my chin down and got ready to tangle with the beast.

He growled and lunged straight at me. I freaked. He ran faster and faster until he was about 3 feet infront of me.

Thankfully, he changed direction at the last minute and went howling and running in semi-circles into this little tin hut.

Which leads me to my next point: while most Egyptians are hard-wired into the moral control centre of the police state, which prevents them from kissing in public and insulting the President, dogs, cats (and foreigners) can do what they want.