Something from supper last night did not agree with me, and I awoke feeling a bit like fireworks were going off in my extremities. I thought that breakfast might settle me down, but still feel fractured and out of sorts. A smarter man would have stayed back and slept if off. Instead, I got on the bus. Somewhere around Giza, I began to feel woozy. By the time we got to Dashur, there was nothing for it but to camp out in the tiny serdab of a toilet on the bus (thank goodness) and let my GI tract get the better of me.
This wouldn't be so big a deal, but I did come here with the express purpose of visiting the Bent Pyramid, and here I was, on-site, but on the wrong side of a WC. Maddening. Still – it's better to get close than not being here at all.
We revisited the Saqqara Palm Club for lunch (I had tea), then hightailed it back to Cairo so we could attend an ARCE lecture at 6:00 about the Osireion at Abydos. I pass on the lecture, and spend the evening watching a German-language program about zoo animals, then “A Beautiful Mind” in English.
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