Our second attempt to visit the Citadel of Qaitbay (or the Fort of Qaitbay) was much more successful than the first. Mainly because it wasn't about to close. Actually, I almost abandonned the attempt when I saw how long the "line" for tickets was. I put "line" in quotes because the concept doesn't really exist here. It's more of a throng, I guess. The one who shoves in the most effectively gets the ticket. I am not effective. I blame my Canadian heritage. Fortunately for me, Oscar is not so affected by his Canadianess. After a few minutes of not having moved (other then involuntarily, due to being shoved) Oscar volunteered his services. He easily scooted between the legs of hapless adults and loudly requested tickets. It's a good thing he is cute. I passed him the money, and he got the tickets, much to the delight of the rest of the throng. I love that boy.