Chapter 20The days it took to cross Egypt would always remain as a blur in Harry's mind. The port of Alexandria looked like any other port. Busy, noisy and smelly with sailors from a myriad of nations shouting at each other in what seemed like gibberish.
They spent two days in the city, exploring the markets where the scent of spices evoked memories of a childhood that seemed like a faraway dream.
On the morning of the third day, a ratty-looking man wearing a headdress in a houndstooth pattern chattered at the captain from under a ragged mustache that twitched when he spoke. Protruding front teeth completed the ratlike appearance. Harry did not like the look of him at all. He signed for the cargo: thirty professional girls delivered as promised, and handed a bag of coins to the captain,
