Nothing to do but drink - Not Live 8 or G8

Today we slept in, ate some breakfast, changed some flights in the BA office, spent some time on the internet, ate some lunch (although not glad to be back in Cairo, we were glad to be eating shwarma at Felfela), had a nap, spent some more time on the internet, wandered around the Hilton, ate some dinner, then met Karen and Mark at Stella Bar (yes, that same dark gross place we went to our first time in Cairo) for many beers and great conversation before heading back to bed after 1:00 a.m. There was this crazy drunk guy at the pub that loved how Kel shuffled the cards we were using (casino hotshot style). He would throw his arms up and say beautiful, again, again. At one stage he came for a closer look, cuddled up to Nige, gave him a kiss on the cheek and went through his whole celebration again. For a moment there we thought he was asking us to wife swap or have a threesome but he really didn't speak any English so we were sure it was a miscommunication. Despite all his drunken attention he did buy us a couple of beers so he can't be too bad.