24.
“We need better transport,” I say
to Sameh, as he weaves in and out of the slow moving vehicles, making his way
to the above-ground highway that will lead us some of the way to the Giza urban interior.
“What do you suggest we do?” he
says. “Go car shopping?”
“Cairo’s too hot. We need something
that will take us into the desert. A four-by-four. A truck, van, suburban …
Something, anything. But not this.”
“Hold onto the wheel,” Sameh
instructs.
“What? In this traffic?”
“Just hold the wheel please, Chase.
Traffic is light today.”
This is what he calls light?
I reach over and do it. He’s still
got his foot on the gas, so I’m doing my best to avoid smashing into the slower
moving cars that we are constantly tailing. Using only my left hand, I turn the
wheel to the right, t
