It's about two 'o clock in the afternoon as we walk off the plane.
I nearly go flying backwards as a blast of heat meets me was I walk off the landing to grab my suitcase.
We hop in a car and drive about ten minutes. I'm so tired my eyes are drooping because I didn't sleep once on the plane. I was wired and last night's thoughts had me...aggravated.
"Hey, are you okay?" Indy asks, nudging me in the ribs.
"Yeah, I'm just exhausted. I didn't sleep at all on the plane."
"Wow, You must have really been irked by something."
Ha, you have no idea Jones.
We pull up to a small building in the outskirts of Cairo. A burly, Egyptian man walks out of the house, greeting us all with a warm handshake.
"Welcome to my home, Mr. Ravenwood. I am Sallah."
He looks about as old as Indy, if not a few years older.
"Oh please, Sallah, my old friend. Lets skip the formalities. This is Oxley, who you already know, Indiana Jones, my pupil and my daughter, Marion."
I shake is hand again. He seems to be one of those people who can simply radiate with happiness. A smile spreads throughout my face.
He then takes the wheel of the car and drives us about five minutes until we come up to several clusters of tents in the middle of the desert.
We get out, me suffering under the enormous weight of my trunk. I then sit down cross legged on the sandy floor, totally fatigued.
"Here, you will stay. The remaining diggers will be here tomorrow. Food is in the giant meeting tent in the middle. Marion, your tent is the small one on the edge, Jones, yours is next to hers, Oxley and Abner will share one in the middle. The rest of the tents are for the workers. I will be joining you here tomorrow night."
He then whispers something to Abner at which the old man's eyes narrow. I start to feel an edge of curiosity.
Nevertheless, I hitch up my trunk and stumble into my tent, which is far from small. It contains a desk, a cot, a basin full of cool desert water and a mirror attached to a post.
I smile appreciatively and begin to unpack my trunk. My eyes threaten to droop lower so I hurry up unpacking and then collapse my bed, sifting into a dreamless sleep.
Well, I might have dreamed, but I don't remember what about.
Sleep is all that matters at the moment.
A useless shot such as this is essential for Marion, just so you guys can get the visual picture of where they are staying. REVIEW!