Egypt Life Stories

The Time I Almost Fainted Because of Culture Shock


I can handle many things.

Pain, blood, vomit, needles, ok, maybe not so much needles, but various other things that make most people pass out. I have such tough skin, that when I was on a backpacking trip with my three best friends, they started calling me The Rock, because of my willingness to put myself through the most uncomfortable situations; like willingly sleeping on the death bed of our AirBnB apartment that basically felt like a bunch of spikes with a sheet on top.

Now having this reputation does something to one’s ego; I started feeling like I could handle everything that was thrown at me on a month long trip all over Europe and later to Egypt. And I managed like a champ, until I almost dropped unconscious in the middle of a foreign country because of nothing more than culture shock.


The story went a little sumthin’ sumthin’ like this: It was our first week in Alexandria, Egypt. One of my best friends, Omnia, is Egyptian, so we planned to stay with her family in the mother land for ten days to get the full cultural experience. I was smitten by Arabic, and swallowed all I could about the language and traditions in the first few days with the help of all my now adoptive aunts, uncles, cousins, and even bubba (dad). On the trip were my three exotic best friends, Spozmi, my Afghan princess, Diana, a fellow wild-child Brazilian, and obviously Omnia, our Egyptian tour guide.

The second day after we arrived, her family took us directly to Mersa Metruh, a legitimate paradise beach town that you would never believe was in Egypt. The coastline has the most piercing blue color I’ve seen in an ocean, and I was instantly smitten.


(Mersa Matruh’s coastline, look at that beauty!!)

The plan was that we’d stay in the beach town for a few days, then head back into the port city for the rest of our trip and then finishing up our trip in Cairo.

Let’s take a step back. To me, there are two layers of culture shock.

The immediate layer is physical culture shock; when you realize that processes of practical things are different, and you need to adjust. For instance, they don’t use toilet paper in Egypt. Ok, got that one down, I’ll be sure to bring wipeys with me. Or, they only serve three cups of water to a table of eight people. Got it, I’ll just make sure to get used to sharing a community cup. The other obvious one is adjusting to the food, and day-to-day traditions and rituals. Are we following? K. Good.

But the second layer was the one that threw me for a good ol’ loop; mental culture shock.

So back to the story: we had spent the third day at the beach; mind you, this is a beach where I swear I was about to get arrested because I was wearing a one-piece bathing suit that showed my thighs when all the other women were wearing full blown hijabs and abayas in the water. So after getting stared at and silently ridiculed by locals from a distance all day long on the beach, we went back to the hotel to get ready for dinner.


(Do you see the woman’s death glare behind me?)

No toilet paper in the bathroom, and morning prayer woke me up at 4am the night before, so I was cranky, hangry, and definitely just being a big ol’ baby about the whole situation. The rock who? I sucked it up for the sake of travel, put on the longest dress I owned topped with a loose black cardigan, fully aware that it was 90º outside, and did my hair out to cover more of my body, all in preparation for the night out on the town with the family.


(me trying to pretend I’m not completely overwhelmed and about to faint.)

Of course, I forgot that most other cultures travel in family packs, so despite being fully ready, we had to wait an extra hour for the cousins, the aunts, the uncles, and the friend with a dog.

Finally, we walk out of the hotel and into the thick night heat. Despite it being close to 10PM, the streets were still flooded with niqabis (fyi: here’s what a niqab is) and men with shorts and tank tops. As we’re walking deeper and deeper into the crowds, my mind starts an infinite train of thoughts that go like this:

Why do men get to wear shorts and women have to be fully covered? I respect their religion, but don’t people question this? Maybe I’ll never understand, but I don’t think that makes be a bad person. How crazy is it that I’m from a culture where women are encouraged to be free and almost naked? Why is there a kid driving a carriage with a donkey? Deeeammmmn, I’m sweating balls right now. Why are there babies outside barefoot with no parents? Oh my lord, this sharp music is blaring everywhere. Everyone’s staring at me. It’s so hot, my armpits are soaking this stupid cardigan. I almost just died trying to cross the street and no one cared. 

I start sweating more and more with each thought. It didn’t help that we had just sat down to eat Koshari, a local dish made of carbs on carbs on carbs that I didn’t like, and had to wash it down with kharoub, a local juice that also didn’t tickle my fancy, or please my stomach.



Suddenly, I felt a shallow spot in my throat, followed by a cold sweat, and then the extremely bright Christmas lights all over the streets started getting dim, sounds started to muffle as though I was underwater, and then my body just stopped.

BAM. I was hunched over on the side of the street waiting for the world to stop spinning. It was like I had taken some hardcore drugs, and I ain’t about that life. Before I knew it, Om’s whole family had to slow down and wait for me to feel somewhat better to continue our adventure. It took me about two days to feel fully myself again, but the experience hasn’t left me.

Then I realized that culture shock will do that to ya; discombobulate you to the point where you can even physically feel it. And no, not just because you occasionally get the runs from eating crazy food. Whatever way you’d like to see it, the point is this was the first time I chose to acknowledge culture shock, and that I too could be affected by it. My ego deflated; “you ain’t all that and a bag o’ chips, you just like errbody else boo boo.”

Looking back, I probably had “my crisis” because it was the first time I was FULLY out of my comfort zone. Egypt and I are polar opposites in so many ways; we see religion, sexuality, race, and all other “controversial” things differently. And although it wasn’t fun being a hunched back sweaty pig in the middle of an Egyptian street, I’m glad I can now tell people that I’m a wussy occasionally. The Rock who?

But Ima still persevere doe. 

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  • Randi Gibbs

    Loved it! felt that way when I did a homestay last summer where no one spoke English. Made me super uncomfortable but I learned a lot, but now people think I’m a badass. 😉

  • Mo86

    No TP is used in the country?! But how do people… but what do they…
    Never mind! I don’t want to know!

    As to the rest, what else would you expect from a Muslim country? You’re lucky something worse didn’t happen to you! (Remember Lara Logan? She’s had to be hospitalized several times due to the severe injuries stemming from the sexual assault she suffered in Egypt a few years ago. It’s a miracle this poor woman didn’t end up dead!

    “I respect their religion, but don’t people question this?”

    There’s nothing to respect about a religion that treats women this way. (Among SO many other things.) There’s nothing to respect about a religion that demands women be covered up that way, especially in climates as hot as that!

    • Hahaha it’s all water boo boo! I wrote about it in this article:

      It was a massive culture shock to be in a religious country (clearly since I wrote this piece) but I do respect how much commitment they have! Can’t knock their hustle if they’re choosing to live that way!

    • Bella Javidan

      Hi, just wanted to make sure that you know Islam does not say to “cover up.” People have made that decision. All the religion discusses on the topic, is the importance of modesty and being humble. It is people who have chosen their modesty in the form of covered clothing. Please remember to research the teachings of 1 billion people before you disrespect them on a public platform. Thank you 🙂

  • MÜNZ(ayn)

    Hey I watch your vlogs all the time on youtube and just came across your blog, I’m an arab muslim, thank you for respecting my religion unlike the person in the comments. and to answer your question no as muslims we don’t question that and also for everyone’s information who’s readying this OUR RELIGION DOESN’T OPRESS US, we don’t HAVE to wear hijab..etc we WANT to, WE have a choice and incase y’all haven’t noticed there are Muslims who don’t wear hijab or don’t dress modestly.. I’m sorry your trip was not good enough for you because of our culture and religion and PLEASE do not stereotype Arabs or Muslims please. I got disappointed after readying this blog and the comment down here.

    • Hi! I appreciate your comment! Just wanna let you know that my two best friends are Muslim women whom I love and respect very much! It’s been amazing to learn more about the religion and culture and there is no malice intended! As always, we want to question things, and try to understand them better!

  • thé

    hey der, I’m Egyptian, born and raised. I enjoy your videos and blogposts so much and i was disappointed that you didn’t get to experience Egypt in a way that you enjoyed.

    I just wanted to say that the cause of the oppression that is exerted on women is not religion, it’s patriarchal and misogynistic cultural aspects that are present in every other country in the world, maybe more so in Egypt, but we’re working on it. HOWEVER it is HARD to fight these misconceptions of religion when 80% of the people don’t receive proper education, therefore believe anything that they’re told. So the way religion is practiced by a majorly uneducated country is not a representation of it.
    FYI, i’m a woman, not veiled, i have a bathing suit just like yours and life’s all good, you just need to learn how to work around the inconveniences.

    anyways i just wish you’d learned more about the country before you visited

    ******So here are some TIPS for when you wanna (re)visit Egypt:

    #1 KNOW YOUR PLACES (some places you can wear a bikini, some other places you’re just gonna have to cover up a lil bit if you dont want stares)

    #2 DO NOT EAT STREET FOOD/CHEAP FOOD (ive lived here my whole life and even my stomach can’t take those)

    #3 WE DO 100% USE TOILET PAPER AT ALL TIMES + THE SHATAFA (look it up, it’s a shower built into the toilet to clean your bum)

    #4 GET TO KNOW EGYPTIAN-ENGLISH SPEAKERS (they will know the best spots, in which you’re free to dress/do as you please, and that are also v cheap)

    #5 STAY AWAY FROM PUBLIC BEACHES (just don’t! there are so many privatized beaches that you can go to, and a day use in a hotel is kinda cheap)

    #6 THERE IS SO MUCH DIVERSITY HERE (explore! preferably with a local, but make sure they’re well-off because if not they’ll probably rip you off)

    #7 CHECK OUT THE ART SCENE (so many galleries, so many exhibitions, so many graffiti spots to check out)

    #8 THE CLUB/MUSIC SCENE IS ALSO SOMETHING (concerts, clubs, you just say the word)

    #9 TRAFFIC SUCKS so be prepared

    #10 USE UBER!!! (uber is safe & cheap so like a one hour ride would cost you 50 EGP which is about 7 USD)

    all da love and support from Egypt

  • Radwa Nabil

    Actually we do use toilet paper all the time like what the heck ew? where did you get that from, dude we have bidets in the toilets to make sure we’re absolutely clean, anyone normal in Egypt has those ANYONE I’ve literally never entered a bathroom here without it having one. And about the women and why they cover up .. honestly you should do what ever you want to do and feel comfortable in doing, they’re not forced to wear whatever their wearing or at least most of them but they also shouldn’t judge any one because of what they’re wearing.

  • Al Shepperd

    Thailand. Accidental class trip, Lisu shaman ritual. Sitting next to a pig head, sweating ballz, being black AND female= spectacle, chanting and not being able to refuse your 5th shot of bannana whiskey. Ahaha I feel you boo. I feelz you. But did we die!?aha your stories kill me , I was bigheaded too, untill I’m staring at a pigshead and noting our resemblance.

  • lobna

    The toilet paper thing is def not true. And where you went to in Marsa Matrouh is one of the conservative areas in the country. You’d see the typical “non-conservative” life in the north coast or Hurgada, Sharm, Ain Al Sokhna. The Egyptian culture cannot be defined by how you described your cultural shock..

  • Nezihe Atun

    I really like your videos and really appreciate the way you make travel videos. I’m especially a fan of your honesty in terms of your experiences. I think it’s probably what makes your channel/blog special.

    But I just wanted to point out that women covering up (by choice) is not a form of oppression in itself and connecting it to religion while it so obviously cultural is misleading. As previous comments have mentioned, there is little to no indication in the Qur’an about it and many Muslim women don’t cover up while still adhering to the religion. Of course the Qur’an also has sexist remarks about women needing men to protect them or be in charge of them but it’s definitely nothing that you don’t see (often) in the Bible -acknowledging sexism in these texts doesn’t necessarily mean that you can’t still believe in the religion. In any case, equating what you wear to how “free” you are is a very superficial idea of women’s liberation. One could say that by wearing more modest clothing you are freed from sexualization (and this doesn’t mean recognizing women’s sexual agency) and objectification of the ‘male gaze’. Then again just by changing your clothing based on men’s sexual desire for you is also validating that they don’t have to control themselves and that it falls on you to do all the work. Which is to say is that the real freedom is having a choice in deciding what to wear.

    And you didn’t in Egypt. Or at least even if you theoretically had the opportunity to dress however you liked you felt like you didn’t because of people’s reactions to it, which is a totally valid frustration. I’m from Turkey and I also felt the exact same discomfort that you did for most of my life(now studying in the US), as someone who dresses more openly – even though Turkey and Egypt are two very different places and might not be conservative to the same degree or in the same way. And yeah it’s a huge pain in the ass to put extra clothing on when it’s 90 degrees out and you really don’t need it. But you also have to recognize that this is their culture and the fact that you were shocked by it means that they could have been shocked by your culture too (like you wearing a bathing suit to the beach) which is why they reacted the way they did. I’m not trying to say that it wasn’t rude of them to judge you based on what you wore, or didn’t. But it was also rude of you to act as if people that wear hijabs or abayas are being nonsensical and writing as if their defining characteristic is what they wear (although I do understand that was their only relevant quality to the post). I understand, I really do, why it seems sexist that women wear more when they could just be chilling with less clothes but if you think of it as like wearing a bathing suit vs. going nude (like it seems more plausible that people would object to nude people on the beach) maybe then it might make more sense – again, not that you should judge anyone for going nude on a beach.

    Not trying to say that sexism in the Middle East isn’t a huge issue, I’ve lived through it my whole life. Just trying to say that it might be better take more care to what you write about Muslim women and their religion when they are already represented so badly and inaccurately. It’s hard to determine whether or not someone is being oppressed looking at what they wear or how people react to it, and judging them for it might just be another form of oppression (from us to them).

    Sorry, I don’t think you were really trying to talk about this in the post and I’m really not trying to bum you out (not that I would have any effect on you whatsoever lol). But the fact that you mentioned them in passing without addressing the nuances and complexity of the issues made me want to write on it in the comments. Maybe you already know this idk, but at least for other readers out there that don’t it’s important.