Watch out, kid! Indiana Jones yells.

You leap out of the way as a camel caravan comes pounding through the narrow street. The camels, laden with bulging straw baskets of dates and figs, gallop past, kicking up a thick cloud of dust that floats toward the crowded, outdoor market across from you. You turn your head away from the dust. Behind you, you see a purple-domed mosque surrounded by a low brick wall. Bearded men in long, colorful caftans push past you, ignoring the dust.

We're a long way from home, kid, Indy says, lifting his battered hat to scratch his head. If you parents knew I dragged you here, they'd murder me!

Well . . . they wanted me to have an exciting summer vaction, you tell your cousin. That's why they sent me to stay with you.

Indy grins and begins to walk quickly up the crowded street. A veiled woman dressed in black passes by quickly. She turns her eyes away from yours. This is going to be very educational, you tell Indy, struggling to keep up with him and not lose him in the crowd.

You don't realize just how educational it's going to be!