Today is Monday, Isay that more for myself than any readers we may have, becuse it is easy to loose track.
Yesterday we spent a quiet day in Hurgada, on a sunny but very windy beach. it is quite a holiday town, a lot of big resort hotels allong the front so not much public beach and I cant say it would be on my top 3 holiday destinations list, still it was ok.
In the early evening we collected our packs from the very nice people at the hotel , no news from the Police about the bag, so we wended our way to the bus station to wait for the 10,30 bus to Aswan. It gats dark at about 5.30 here and after dark all the little streets light up with chains of lights above shops and it all starts to look very foreign, but there was no hussle, come to my shop stuff in the small local shop streets. Our wait was enlivened by two things, an extreemly cheap meal, about 4 English pounds for both of us and a table groaning with bread, chicken , rice, salad, two sauces for the rice and tea. All this achieved with no common language.
Our meal over we walked back to the bus station, seeing lots of three wheeled bikes selling nuts, bread and something that neccesitated wheeling round a small charcoal fire, lots ofshops to mend things and loads of people shopping and eating. Back at the bus station we met Amr, an Egyptian man off back to Aswan to see his family after 45 days of 12 hour shifts as catering manager at the airport. He invited us to sit with him at the cafe and took us under his wing, helping us not to panicabout the late bus and the fact that we couldnot tell where any of the busses were destined for etc etc.
The bus journey through the night was eight hours with a couple of leg stretching stops, the second one was at 5 am in time for morning prayers, much washinfg of feet before prayer in the roadside prayer room. As the sun rose about 6.30 we caught our first sight of the Nile and it really is wide and surrounded by green areas of intense cultivation ad palm trees which suddenly stops and becomes dust dry, yellow earth.
Bid farewell to Amr at his village before Aswan, of which more later.
Tess
Yesterday we spent a quiet day in Hurgada, on a sunny but very windy beach. it is quite a holiday town, a lot of big resort hotels allong the front so not much public beach and I cant say it would be on my top 3 holiday destinations list, still it was ok.
In the early evening we collected our packs from the very nice people at the hotel , no news from the Police about the bag, so we wended our way to the bus station to wait for the 10,30 bus to Aswan. It gats dark at about 5.30 here and after dark all the little streets light up with chains of lights above shops and it all starts to look very foreign, but there was no hussle, come to my shop stuff in the small local shop streets. Our wait was enlivened by two things, an extreemly cheap meal, about 4 English pounds for both of us and a table groaning with bread, chicken , rice, salad, two sauces for the rice and tea. All this achieved with no common language.
Our meal over we walked back to the bus station, seeing lots of three wheeled bikes selling nuts, bread and something that neccesitated wheeling round a small charcoal fire, lots ofshops to mend things and loads of people shopping and eating. Back at the bus station we met Amr, an Egyptian man off back to Aswan to see his family after 45 days of 12 hour shifts as catering manager at the airport. He invited us to sit with him at the cafe and took us under his wing, helping us not to panicabout the late bus and the fact that we couldnot tell where any of the busses were destined for etc etc.
The bus journey through the night was eight hours with a couple of leg stretching stops, the second one was at 5 am in time for morning prayers, much washinfg of feet before prayer in the roadside prayer room. As the sun rose about 6.30 we caught our first sight of the Nile and it really is wide and surrounded by green areas of intense cultivation ad palm trees which suddenly stops and becomes dust dry, yellow earth.
Bid farewell to Amr at his village before Aswan, of which more later.
Tess
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