if i left for egypt today

I'd have to go quickly, as my car and house would be sold. I'd run around northern Egypt a while, and make my way towards the southern ruins/nomads. I'd probably join them, with a period of a problematic diet, as I won't be used to the goat and frankly gruesome nature of the things cooked. I'd pray to old gods and cherish the stony responses allowed back from faces and broken limbs on walls. Oh the sands of time to tell the truths. I'll spend one day counting the grains of sand in my turban covered hair. I'll try to wear only black, though that will be somewhat impractical some of the time, I'll have to change clothes to bathe. I might try to spend lots of time Saqqara, but frankly Cairo scares me. Perhaps picking up Arabic will happen faster than I believe possible, and I do love the script. Oh my move to Egypt would be momentously serene.