The problem with traveling through the bazaars along the pedestrian streets of Cairo is that you eventually run out of pedestrian streets in Cairo. That dumps you onto a frenzied world of motorized mayhem in which the First Rule of the Road is that there are No Rules of the Road.
Question: What defect totals a car in Cairo?
Answer: An inoperable horn.
As you depart the cloth souk and angle to the left to the south southeast, you’ll know your time… and luck… have run out. When you reach the Mosque-Madrasa of Sultan Hasan, it’s time to head back to the hotel, which means you have to find a ride. In that traffic. Cairo traffic!
Think I’m exaggerating? Well, okay, then. Turn up your speakers and go full-screen on our Tuk-Tuk Transit of Total Terror, which follows is toward the end after some footage of other Cairo tooting traffic and terrified pedestrians:
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