The best season to move to Egypt is late spring, ideally around the middle of May. Arriving at this time, one feels the weather to be generally pleasant, although perhaps a little warm in the sun. One moves into one's apartment/villa and arranges the furniture, appliances, etc. Within two weeks, as the ambient temperature rises, one feels that things have become somewhat stuffy. One makes use of the air-conditioning and begins to hope that things will not get much worse. After six weeks in Egypt, one realizes that it's not possible to sleep at nights without the air-conditioning running full-blast, while even the shortest journey through the streets on foot provokes rivers of sweat. At this point, one is struggling to resolve problems relating to poor electrics and plumbing, slow internet connections, water dripping through the bathroom ceiling, etc. One struggles to maintain an air of calm while being probed by taxi drivers on one's religious beliefs and the possibility of marriage to their cousins, all of which is not helped by the bloody heat, which by mid-July has become quite insufferable. Around late July, one finds oneself installing an additional air-conditioning unit and spending long periods in front of the fridge with the door wide open. One's internet-surfing sessions inevitably lead to images of Norwegian fjords, Alpine meadows and Polar expeditions ... anything but the bloody desert! In the second week of August, one receives one's first electricity bill, which takes into account the constant use of five air-conditioning units and that second fridge-freezer that one bought for the bedroom. Also the air-humidifier and the ice-machine, which are likewise on constant active service. One takes out one's credit card, withdraws the equivalent of one thousand US dollars from the ATM, and sulkily pays the electricity guy. That evening, with two weeks of August remaining and September looming large, one sits down for a "serious chat" with one's spouse/partner. The topic of discussion? Whether it's really possible to be comfortable and content in Egypt? After a full two minutes of intense debate, one agrees that Norway would indeed be much nicer, visas permitting. Failing that, somewhere in Europe. Failing that, just about anywhere that is in no way similar to Egypt. With a firm handshake, one agrees to make plans for one's immediate extraction to "somewhere else", a project which one accomplishes within two months from start to finish. The beauty, therefore, of moving to Egypt in springtime is that one can leave again forever by the autumn, in plenty of time for Christmas. And anyone heading to Norway should definitely arrive in good time for Christmas. It's so cozy by the fire while the snow falls outside...