It is 1130pm and I am sat in a taxi speeding along an elevated highway which runs around the city of Cairo.
Cairo is one of the worlds biggest and growing cities. Look it up. It's massive.
Tonight; like any traveller; I am here and tomorrow I will be back on a plane to the UK. I think the point I want to make is that middle aged men don't really want to travel. Most would much rather be at home in their own bedroom and being woke up by their usual noises of kids or dogs, or alarm clocks and a cup of tea.
You can't really (in my experience) drink tea in Egypt as they only have condensed milk. It's not good.
So, for all of you worldly travellers I bid hello. For all of you home lovers I bid masalam.
Good luck to you all, except the one's in Cairo. As it is too hot and the lifts are rubbish.