Here's Tony, sitting on authentic Egyptian cinderblocks.
This is the amphitheater (when it's not covered with Europeans).
Me, after successfully driving the invaders away.
This was taken by our baksheesh-hungry police officer.
A street on the way to the hotel.
They shoot peasants from here.
Hello, Mr. Mubarak.
No beach, but at least the view was pretty.
And this is the reason we came.
With the sun setting.