Chapter 5: The Trip to Algiers
The next thirty-six hours were a mad rush of things to be accomplished before I left. I had not started packing, as I hadn’t been sure I was actually going. I wasn’t taking a whole lot for myself, as the weather would be hot. I had checked on a website and found that I should expect temperatures in the nineties in Algiers in August. Not as hot as the desert, but still very warm. The fact that the apartment had a washer meant that I only had to take one week of clothes. But I had many things I was taking to leave with Amir, as we had found we wore about the same size clothes, and I was also taking some other things he had asked me to get for him. Then there were all the matters of the house to take care of. A friend stopped by to pick up a key, promising to m
