Today there's an article in The New York Times by Michael Slackman about Cairo called "A City Where You Can’t Hear Yourself Scream", disclosing that in Cairo "the noise is like living with a running lawn mower next to you." The article describes the atmosphere in Downtown Cairo quite well, and it's interesting how it manages to weave poverty and noise together.
Apparently the National Research Center "spent five years studying noise levels across the city and concluded in a report issued this year that the average noise from 7 a.m. to 10 p.m. is 85 decibels, a bit louder than a freight train 15 feet away." Goodness. And that must be, I assume, after the dense air and all the smog has muffled the sound significantly.
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Ok...maybe I need to stop complaining about the noise on our street whenever Bella is taking her nap - especially since it doesn't seem to bother her anyway.
Do you have ear-plugs for downtown Cairo?
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