Easy Giza
November 26th 2009 I awake well in advance of my 6am bus to Cairo. Despite the erroneous directions of my hostel's chef (one of the myriad Mohammeds I meet in Egypt), whose ponderous and distracted style of speech makes him appear permanently stoned, I successfully find and board the bus. I plonk myself down next to an American girl, A, not out of any great desire to converse with another traveller at my least alert
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