Stepping out into the cool night air we headed for the local buses and found ourselves emersed in another culture once again. Despite a few pre-conceptions, the bus full of Egyptian men proved themselves to be freindly, honest and helpful. One gave change without ripping us off and another went out of his way to help us find our hotel in this maze of a city. The conversation inevitably turned to football and which English players they knew. Beckham, Gerrard and surprisingly Peter Crouch came up. Followed, as always, by a mime roughly translated to tall and gangly. Eventually we found
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