I never realized what transportation alone said about survival until this, my first trip to a third world country. Watching all manner of vehicles make their way through Cairo’s streets, there’s a lot to be said for anyone willing to listening.
Rush hour traffic had morphed into a monster (a lot like the former regime) stalking the streets of Cairo every moment of the day and night. Well, truthfully, I can’t speak for the wee hours of the morning, but does a city of 23 million ever really sleep. Straddling the poverty line in search of basic needs requires constant vigilance.