As we are getting ready to pack an Arab man walks over and introduces himself as the owner of the land where we camped. He joins us for tea and we have a great conversation as he speaks very good English. He tells us that the sand unloaded by the trucks is to be used for the construction of a hotel on an island. Boats will carry the sand to the site which explains why it was dropped at the water’s edge.
I put a few pieces of clothing in a bucket of water to soak overnight and left it at the edge of the river. I’m not sure what happened but it was gone when I woke up – maybe the wake, caused by boats passing, which carried it away? Fortunately it was only 3 or 4 t-shirts and a few other pieces. I’m sad about my bucket though…I really liked it!
We drive back to what Willie called our Old Faithful campsite. It is not very clean, but there is grass, it is right by the river’s edge and we feel quite safe. It is also close to a bridge which lit up beautifully during the nights and it is fun watching the luxury ferries pass by carrying tourists between Luxor and Aswan.
In Cairo Willie was Hugo’s barber and here in Aswan, on the banks of the Nile it was Andrej’s turn. We spend a lazy day lying under the tree, reading, sleeping and Willie takes care of a few important car maintenance tasks. We watch the ferries and feluccas with their high sails gracefully pass by and the evening we sit around the fire, play backgammon and talk about our upcoming trip to Sudan. We are anxious to hear whether they will have a place for our car on the barge as it was full when we spoke to Salah after we heard that we’ve received our visas.
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I put a few pieces of clothing in a bucket of water to soak overnight and left it at the edge of the river. I’m not sure what happened but it was gone when I woke up – maybe the wake, caused by boats passing, which carried it away? Fortunately it was only 3 or 4 t-shirts and a few other pieces. I’m sad about my bucket though…I really liked it!
We drive back to what Willie called our Old Faithful campsite. It is not very clean, but there is grass, it is right by the river’s edge and we feel quite safe. It is also close to a bridge which lit up beautifully during the nights and it is fun watching the luxury ferries pass by carrying tourists between Luxor and Aswan.
In Cairo Willie was Hugo’s barber and here in Aswan, on the banks of the Nile it was Andrej’s turn. We spend a lazy day lying under the tree, reading, sleeping and Willie takes care of a few important car maintenance tasks. We watch the ferries and feluccas with their high sails gracefully pass by and the evening we sit around the fire, play backgammon and talk about our upcoming trip to Sudan. We are anxious to hear whether they will have a place for our car on the barge as it was full when we spoke to Salah after we heard that we’ve received our visas.
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