We finally get to visit Salah's friend; a stocky, blackish chap with a shock of un-African hair. He gives me the creeps. We're invited into a bare shell of a room with two beds and a multimedia computer in the corner. Again, there are no personal possessions. At some point we take photos of each other and he insists on putting his arm around me. I'm tired and bored but I stay a while out of respect to Salah.

As we're leaving he invites me to breakfast which gently I decline only to find myself being cross-examined - Why not? What else are you doing? You have another promise? I am not going to lie to him but I don't want to hurt his feelings either. I point out that I have visited him today, and it is very kind of him to invite me again but tomorrow I should like to be free to do other [yet to be decided] things. Blimey!