Arriving in Cairo for our last few days, we headed out of the train station towards the taxi rank for the inevitable fight with the taxi drivers. They wanted to charge us quadruple the local rate to drive us to our hotel. When we objected and offered the local rate, it was accepted, and as we were putting our bags in the car, the driver added "per person".

We grabbed our bags out of the trunk and an argument ensued. By this point we were both so frustrated that they learned some new English. Wendy: "I know how much it should f**king cost to get to that hotel, so don’t rip me off. I’m so tired of this s**t!" With these words, the argument ended, and we finally hooked up with a driver who claimed to know where the hotel was. He didn’t, and after a tour of the downtown area and many stops to ask people, he finally dropped us off at the right place.