I fly out tomorrow. I'm looking forward to it. Three days in Cairo is about one too many and now that I've seen all the headline sights and the rest of the crew has departed I'm ready to move on. You can only wander alone through the streets of a foreign city like Cairo, with its frantic traffic and cracked footpaths, for so long before the novelty wares off. The colour and tang of the fruit shops and butchers, shisha pipe cafes and felafel houses can only do so much to insulate you from the filth and the poverty. But the friendliness of the people is infectious and its easy to squander an hour shaking hands with the kids and answering their two stock questions; "what is your name?" and "where are you from?"
I get into Mumbai first thing on Sunday the 4th, hopefully I'll make it the first race meeting of the season that afternoon. If anyone has any hot tips please let me know.
I'm hungry, so that is all,
Dale Atkinson
ps. Steve headed back to London this morning leaving me alone with Bubbles, who is becoming increasingly despondent and his behaviour worryingly erratic. Last night he spat at a waiter and tipped a whole vegetable tagine down the cleavage of one of my traveling companions. It didn't go down well.
I tried to convince Steve to take Bubbles back to London and billet him out with either Sarah, Tracey or Yvette but he was reluctant. I don't blame him. Hopefully things will improve by the time we get to India.
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