protest

Today we met various charities which we would be working with during the week. A hectic day of driving and lots of anticipation kept us on our toes.
We took a slight detour through Tahrir Square (which isn't that square) and whilst in a slightly unnerving traffic jam I asked this man whether I could take his photo. He was most obliging and held his sign especially still. He did manage to blink though - you can't have everything.

This evening the magnitude of the week's task had become clear.
Deep breaths.