[HAVE SOME ''TEA'' - Eygpt]

This is a classic story, I couldnt believe it myself at first. I have collected another travel cudo as my sister calls it...

Back when I was in Luxor I met a young local, Mustafa, on the streets and we briefly chatted as one does...he invited me for tea and normally I never accept, but I thought "what the heck", this could be fun and maybe he is genuine. He offered to take me back to his appartment in the city centre, to offer me true Egyptian hospitality. I promised him that if his conversation should turn to business or money then I am out of there!

We venture into his appartment, his male flatmate opens the door and doesnt even blik and eye lid when he sees me...we congregate in the bedroom and start to chat. I realise I dont like Mustafa, something doesnt feel right but his flatmate seems cool so I am content to sit it out and drink my tea.

I am a slow drinker and as it was a hot tea (no milk..urrgh) I could only manage a few sips. Well Mustafa starts to lean a bit towards me and starts to peer into myface..odd man I think. But all of a sudden it happens, my vision becomes cloudy on the edges and my heart starts to race...Mustafa leans forward and it feels like he came from another dimension, the same feeling one would have if the tv characters jumped out of the set and moved into your living room. Pretty cool under different circumstances. "they have drugged my tea" I am thinking and I look around to see if I can see a mirror, to see if my eyes are dilated or that I am just being paranoid. Dilated big time!

I stop drinking tea and try and act normal...the conversation turns to oriental sex (always a male bonding topic) and we joke around a bit as I wait to sober up. I do a self diagnostic test and I come to the conclusion that if they both tried to jump me I could still fend my self at 90% capacity. They encourage me to drink my tea but I reply that I am not feeling well and thankdfully they leave it at that. I politely make an exit and they obliged....on the street my 'friend' Mustafa just disappeared and no sooner had I taken a step the receptionist, off duty, approached me with an alarmed tone in his voice and asked what this guy wanted, he said they are trouble and cheat tourists.

In a bewildered state and in some disbelief I sit down in a cafe and order soda and waited for my head to clear...frantically I checked my belongings;camera, wallet, sun glases, all was present and I sighed a relief to know I had a close shave with some serious dodgy people.

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