Chapter 9Melina’s head dropped forward on her chest and she awoke with a start.
For a moment she could not think where she was.
Then the rattle of the bus over the rough roads, the stifling atmosphere all around her, the glass windows fogged with heat and smoke, brought everything flooding back to her mind.
It had been the longest day she could ever remember. They had moved at quite a good speed between stops, but every hour or so the passengers had disembarked to sit drinking mint tea in some flyblown café or to eat Arab food, which Melina found extremely unappetising.
There was no question of Bing and herself ordering anything else. So, because she was tired and hungry she forced herself to swallow mouthfuls of camel meat and other more anonymous dishes, which smelt so disgusting tha
