From an ad for the Luxor, Cleopatra smiled down at him.
  Some bus poetry in the sign next to him had some lines from Stevenson:
    Home no more home to me, whither must I wander?
    Hunger my driver, I go where I must.
    Cold blows the winter wind over hill and heather
    Thick drives the rain, and roof is in the dust.
  Yes, home.
  A Filipino man in a centuries old coat snored.