Market Town, Tribal Bar, Country Liquor The araki smelled rich and rotten and organic when I brought it to my nose.
Johnnie Wadie Red Tabel I might never have learned about Johnnie Wadie Red Tabel had it not been for Mustafa, a chubby-faced guy in his mid-twenties who worked as a tourist hustler in the various backpacker hotels near Cairo’s Orabi Square.