The road from Cairo is long and well, pretty dull. This is roughly the scenery for oooh 13 or so hours, except when it’s dark or you drive past a rather umimpressive stretch of drive-through fast food joints
There is the occasional camel and World War Two Cemetery. But it was all a little uninspiring until after five hours Mustapha, the driver, pulled in to a truck stop as the sun was getting low and said it was time to break his fast.
As the muezzin’s call rang out somewhere in the distance a hearty feast was set out before us. I hadn’t exactly been fasting but I tucked into the crispy roast chicken served with a tomato and parsley salad. There were giant beans in an intense tomato sauce, that I kidded myself were gigandes from Alexandria up the road. And there was a heady broth, thick with vegetables to pour over greasy, yellow rice.
The photo doesn’t quite do justice to the number of flies present.