Cairo airport is swarming with people. Shops line every inch of wall, a few of them donned with stalls that extend right out into the walkway. Sticking to within a few inches of each other to prevent being swept apart by the crowd, we make our way over to the round conveyor belt that delivers people’s suitcases.
We pick up ours and head to the taxi bay, where we find a driver waiting for customers. He ushers us in and asks for our destination in a thickly accented voice. After a bumpy twenty minutes, we arrive at the hotel. It’s right on the outskirts of town, a five-minute walk away from the place where we need to hire our Land Rover from.
At Attou’s suggestion, I touch the mind of every animal I see in case they sense anyone evil lurking about, because we’re both certain that Bethamous
