VALLEY OF THE TOURISTS
After a very early start I was just about tombed out by lunch time, suffering from Osiris fatigue. Head swirling with heat and mythical creatures ; Anubis, half man half jackal; Horus, half man half budgierigar...
We ran the gauntlet of the strategically placed souvenir vendors, head down and ignore any question of "Where you from ?" You could not imagine a more parched landscape, its safe to leave a bag of cement outside in the valley of the kings as the rain consists of just the occasional shower, an occasion that's repeated only once every couple of years.
The only other living things besides tourists are a few sparrows that the stall holders provide with bowls of water and crumbs, for a small remuneration?
EGYPTIAN BLOW-OUT
An early morning emergency brought me to the inescapable conclusion that our planned hot air balloon trip for sunday (departing 5 am) may be ill-advised.
It seems unlikely,(and Walied confirmed this later) that the basket carrying up to 25 people would be provided with any on board facilities.
One could find oneself in the unenviable position of having to, as it were, clench buttocks for much of the duration of the flight.
One of the highlights is the viewing of some of the locals housing which, due to the virtual absense of rain, have no roofs. A situation that leaves the residents uniquely vulnerable....?
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