We awoke with tentative hopes of a good day. The logistics were going to be tricky. We needed to get to Cairo in time for our flight, fly overnight to Nairobi, and hope a driver would be there to take us to our hotel so that we could finally get some solid sleep. It did not start well. Barry went to take money out of the bank machine but the first two didn't work. When he returned, he discovered that our 500 Egyptian pound taxi, had "mechanical problems" so now we would have to take an 800 pound one instead. What a surprise. Barry hadn't taken out quite enough money to cover all of our expenses. We were supposed to leave at 12:00 pm but now it would be 1:30 pm, not a big deal, but still a little worrisome. It also turned out that because we had slept in a cheaper room, we had to pay for our breakfast, an expense we hadn't counted on. The taxi arrived and we found out there was another passenger, so the price was down to 700 instead, but Barry still didn't have enough money to pay for our rooms, breakfast and the taxi, so the Bishbishi paid what we were short (a few Egyptian pounds - about 2 dollars).

As we left Dahab, we stopped at three bank machines but none were working. Our "passenger" made several very suspicious stops where he collected thousands of Egyptian pounds; for what, we know not and nor did we enquire, as we just wanted to get to Cairo and leave. So, off we went across Egypt, penniless and alone. Long story short, we got to Cairo, but when we tried to give our driver a tip, he said we also owed him 20 pounds for a bathroom break we'd taken at one of the rest stops (he'd lent us the fee). This was not true; it was one pound per person for the bathroom, not 5 pounds, and so he left us, angry. We didn't feel bad, considering we'd already paid 200 more than we were quoted to begin with. We shrugged off the experience and walked into the airport, ready for a new country and a new start.