6th June Egypt II

TOILET I

The tour bus was delayed because I was convinced I was shitting the Great Pyramid of Cheops this morning, in fact, that's exactly what it looked like, despite following the advice of Wallid our tour guide not to drink the tap water (unless you want to stay an extra week). But is it ok to clean your teeth? Errr...


POACHED OR BOILED?

After the "Orientation" meeting, decided to brave "ordinary people" and walk back to the Winter Palace. The answer is to practice a strict policy of non-engagement with anyone from the age of 3 upwards, which I suppose is a bit sad but...

Being midday, Isabelle gives me the distinct impression that her brain is being poached inside her skull.


EGYPTIAN PISS-UP

Having been transported up river in the languid afternoon heat, we disembarked at something which at first sight seemed to be just put on for the tourists. Mr Mohamed does his routine with two cobras, the local musicians played on and Isabelle is much taken with the apple flavoured tobacco smoking equipment. A friendly camel ride was followed by a pantomime horse, then by the Grand Finale "All You Can Eat", and I have to say without any sense of irony it was very grand. I'd recommend it for 33 pounds. But then, that wasn't the Grand Finale; was it the Belly Dancer? Or was it the whirling Dervish man? Particularly trance inducing after three bottles of Stella in this heat(brewed in Egypt). The real Grand Finale was an inebriated Anoushka falling over on the way back to the minibus and breaking her nose, still to the sound of the local musicians. It was a lovely night...