Ten days and 14 cities later, and we’re in Cairo.
Sorry there’s been silence on the UnPlaned lines, peoples- broadband was down in the desert, and there was nothing we could do. I’ve just updated the diary with all the blogs from the last 9 days, so there’s a feast of reading all the way from Budapest to Egypt.
I’m writing from the broad, clean balcony of the Mayfair Hotel (sounds slightly posher than it is) close to the theatre where we’ll be performing the Rebel Cell. We’re with Baba, Jamie and Tracey (Jamie’s lady, you should meet her, she’s very nice)- they’re a little bit jeglagged, and came from England yesterday on a big metal kite.
Click on the diary page to get the full messy, dusty, sticky, exhausting, exhilarated story up til now.
Now, I just have to go and sleep.