That night some of the group sat in on a belly dancer. After the Cairo belly dancer experience I thought it more prudent to do something else. I took a ferry across the river to find an ATM. Debbie went to bed. The city was abuzz with life. Everyone was friendly, greeting me with smiles and hellos, etc. I tried seven ATM’s before I got some money out. Each had a long queue of men. Whenever a woman approached, she was given first place at the head of the queue. Accordingly some of these queues never got anywhere. Each ATM had a resident police officer with a machine gun. The ATM that finally worked for me was a long way from the hub. As I took my money the officer was looking over my shoulder. He wanted to know how much I had withdrawn. I shook his sweaty hand and took off quickly. He was up to something and I wasn’t waiting around to find out what it was. While waiting for the ferry to go back to the island I saw a snake in the river.