The tour photographer Yosra El-Essawy, a gorgeous young British Egyptian woman, had been hired about a week before the first stop, and no matter how I hid from her, she would follow me around to take pictures. She saw me ducking from the frame. “Miss Tina, you’re so beautiful.” “Girl, please,” I said, thinking how I wasn’t done up. “You deserve to be captured,” Yosra said. “One day you’re going to be so happy you have these photos.”
