Day 84. Monday, October 25th. Sand and now jam in the suitcase.

I calculate that this is the 25th bed that we have slept in. There is no time to unpack much less get laundry done and so the suitcase sits gaping on the floor with a mixture of washed and unwashed clothes-all grey. We do the best we can in the hotel sinks but my dream of vagabonding around the world with just three tattered T-Shirts is being challenged now. Our jar of English Blackcurrant Jam has leaked into my suitcase and so now I look as though I have suffered multiple stab wounds as well.
The Egyptians do all manage to keep their white Kaftans (Jalabyas) very white and clean. The Police sit around and don’t seem to do much but are immaculate in their white uniforms and take care not to get them dirty. They are a friendly lot and thank us for visiting their country.
I have bought a Jalabaya, it’s a full length, white Kaftan and, to set it off properly, I have also bought a Yasser Arafat type black and white chequered headscarf. Sharif, teaches us how to wrap it around my head and tie it correctly. Now, where’s that Hookah pipe?