The burial site of the last president, Sadat, across the road from where he was assassinated.
Some of the apartment blocks on the journey out from Cairo. Bottom image shows the creepier ones, also present in smaller numbers here in Alexandria.
Our first sight of the pyramids in the distance - gone in a flash before I could ask him to stop. Which was just as well us being on the motorway and all.
The view from our dodgy apartment's balcony at night; no, they're not on fire, Boris just having an off day.
Alexandria as seen from the top of Natasha's hotel, and our new favourite seaside cafe opposite the library.
The only evidence for eighteen hours of predictable chundarr. Deko passes out after a tissue-crunching marathon.
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