CHAPTER 23
One of the dirtiest Land Rovers I’ve ever seen pulls up beside us. The sides are caked in mud and the windscreen is covered in dust apart from the area swept clean by the wipers, revealing mum and Ru waiting for us inside.
Mum’s face is grim. “I can’t believe they only had this one left,” she says.
“It might be a mess, but what better way to do a tour of the country than in one of these?” dad says, loud enough for the surrounding crowd to hear. I suppose it’s not a bad story, at least it explains the bags of supplies that he and I have just bought.
We get in; dad takes over the wheel while mum packs the supplies in the back with Ru and me, before heading out of Cairo towards Giza. The roads are just as packed as the streets, and the amount of tooting of horns and shouting ma
