My first glimpse of Cairo looked like this:
That is, the car that the hotel driver brought to the airport ran out of oil halfway back to Cairo. I sat in the car, on a busy street, as other cars whizzed by. I got out after a while, thinking that if someone hit the car, I didn’t really want to be in it. The driver finally showed up in a taxi, bearing a plastic jug full of oil.
My flight had been late, and the driver had been later, because he’d been wandering around the airport looking for me.
“Taxi? I give you good price.”
“No, thank you. Someone is waiting for me.”
“But they are not here.”
“Yes, I can see that.”
He finally showed up and whisked me onto the parking lot shuttle bus. Madam, your oil-free chariot awaits!