By this time I was glad to be rid of Cairo and was hoping the desert regions would bring up something not yet seen in Egypt, nice decent, honest people. It started of brilliantly, up at 6am packing and generally being furious. I mean why did Hannah have to pack her bag so badly, it was a disgrace. Why did she need to have to broken masks hanging on the outside and not throw them out because they “looked cool”? And being able to get the clips in the top closed does not render the bag closed if the lid is still spilling out smaller bags and clothes and towels etc. Why the hell was I carrying all the brick Lonely Planets, and seriously who brings a tripod and not use it and how did I end up carrying that as well? No-one I tell you, in fact the reason we were supposedly friends was becoming slowly lost to me, what was she even bringing to this group? I tried to think of a reason I liked Hannah but even the fact that she was carrying some of my stuff was annoying me, what if I needed? What was I supposed to do then? Make her unpack that monstrosity she carries on her back? Why did she have my ring so they relented on the staring, slurping and leering a tiny bit, served her right for not wearing one of those Darth Vader suits.
So as can be deduced the morning was spent in silence and a lot of angry glaring because I was assuming she was thinking much the same things about me, albeit unfairly. The taxi driver was lucky to even get his cab fare at all let alone get a chance to attempt to rip me off, ask me for more money, take me the wrong way, molest Hannah, run out of fuel, or even a risk a conversation.
Once on the bus we got about 30 minutes in and then the bus broke down, after 1 hour of waiting our anger soon turned to talking and talking turned to laughter at the 650 Egyptians walking around the engine yelling out to other passengers to come and have a go at fixing the creaking, diesel bellowing, rust filled 50 year old engine. A few of them got animated at times and poked around with random sticks hoping that Allah would grant them a miracle and the stick would fix this mysterious engine failure. They didn’t seem to realise engines needed maintenance. So funnily enough something that would normally make us furious turned our fury into friendliness.
“Were you too scared to talk this morning as well in case you said something you regretted?”
“Heheh, yep”
Another hour later I realised I forgot my iPod and had left it back at dodgy brothers Inn. Instantly I was furious again, I mean I can lose anything I posses but the iPod because everything can be replaced but my photo’s couldn’t be. I mean even Hannah could be replaced if the push came to shove. (Just kidding Hannah).
Anyway I jumped off the bus and took a taxi back to the hostel. Lucky it was still in the room because the owner hadn’t got off his fat butt to clean it.
We had to stay another night which irked me quite a fair bit but I was just happy to have my baby back.
Hannah was feeling sick so we just hung around the whole day and did nothing. Well not nothing, starting to go crazy with boredom and anxiety isn’t nothing, I guess.