Well...

...that was all a bit manic!

So, after a reassuring round of golf (52 on the back nine, plenty of 2 putts) and a dip in the pool - toasty hot today - Olly, Grossy and myself made our way back to Maadi. The inevitable argument with a taxi driver acting as an imminent reality. (Skip back to the start of the day, at which point Grossy, Teeg and myself are already heated in our first taxi narrative).

After walking away from the discussion, we were ushered back for our original price of 60LE. Works every time! Zooming, as the drivers here tend to do, along the 6th October bridge, in and out of traffic 6 lanes wide - on roads with 4 lanes - we were making good time.

That was until this happened. This being the result of the bonnet springing up and slamming into the windscreen. This being rather terrifying!

It

all

went

a

bit

fuzzy

then.

A freeze frame would have been perfect. All I remember was the driver momentarily releasing the wheel and then slamming on the hazards. Olly, who missed the impact, was looking round for traffic, as was I, to the side, and Grossy was clinging onto whatever he could.

Oh boy!

In Other News

After waiting for twenty minutes, we were picked up by our new driver. He reassured us time and time again, loudly, that Hosni (his friend) had told him (the taxi driver) that there was 7km of traffic. That the road was dead. That he (again, the taxi driver) had another root.

After a while of pissing around, it became clear that he did not have a root.

And that he (yep, the taxi driver) was in fact Hosni, and that his friend Hosni wasn't Hosni. That his friend Hosni was actually called Muhammed.

And that his friend Muhammed was right, the road literally was dead. 1 and half hours dead.

To round things off, lost at pool.

Bugger!

Still, two wins for me.