The mighty Billmon writes about how he caught the train to Luxor and why, occasionally, it pays to be picky about which particular small bills you accept in change from a cash transaction at the airport before embarking on a journey to certain less industrialized countries.
Update 1.0: The original title of this post was "One Night In Cairo" until I decided that the cognitive dissonance bugged too much and fixed it. The events Billmon writes about took place in the morning.
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