I think I feel another exclamation mark coming on.

The sleeper train from Cairo was pretty good though very pricey – but it transpired I was in first class, which wasn’t exactly required. Spent some time in the ‘club car’ before bed, which was a surreal experience of foreigners being served over-priced drinks (but, then, it’s a train, Virgin gouge the same) to an eclectic mix of what I presume are Egpytian classics and western hits while the bar staff encouraged all kinds of silliness. The image of a well-built American student trying to belly-dance on a table, on a moving train (and Egyptian track geometry seems to be up there with the Northern line, maybe a little better to be fair), accompanied by Michael Jackon’s Thriller, will be with me for some time. Oh my yes.