After a busy morning getting a cholera shot and searching in vein for spokes I left Cario mid afternoon.  I caught a taxi to the edge of the city, avoiding the worst of the traffic.

I didn't get far before the sun began to set, but I had made it out of the city.  I stopped at a village where a bike mechanic tightened the spokes on my front wheel, but it still wasn't round.  Apparently tightening spokes will not stop the verticle wobble?

I was offered a drink by a street vendor, others took away the liquid filled plastic bag to consume after sunset, but I drank mine on the spot, annoying the thirsty salesman who charged me way way over the odds.

As I left the village a young man approached me and gave me back the excess money i has paid.  Ramadan fasting had just got the better of the salesman.  

Earlier in Cairo I had witnessed a car attempting to drive down a narrow alley.  He met an oncoming vehicle on his first attempt and had to reverse.  When he met a taxi on the second atempt he just kept going, plouging into the now stationary taxi.

Too much sun with no water and food is sending these people crazy!

Realising I was now in a completely new, unknown environment I was unsure where I would sleep.  The Nile valley is lush green and populated.  The fields are all utilised for crops, so I could not pitch a tent.

A cafe owner beckoned me over and I ate with him.  It was a simple meal of bread and potato, not quite the post fast feast I had been envisioning.  Later he let me sleep outside his cafe on some tables pushed together.