SAILING ON THE NILE AND EGYPTIAN GOULASH OF ITS HISTORY
SAILING ON THE NILE AND EGYPTIAN GOULASH OF ITS HISTORY After endless screening of bags, boots, belts and what not, we managed to board the Egypt air flight from Cairo to Luxor. The airline provides a no-frills service on this an hour plus flight. Hassan Ali, son of Mohammed Ali, or so he boasted in jest, who was our local coordinator, met us at the arrival lounge. After briefing us, he handed us over to our local guide, Ahmed. A serious looking character, well past his fifties, Ahmed's wrinkled face showed the results of time and strain of walking across the sand and rubbles of the valley and caves and attempts to do justice to 8000 years of history. A certain resignation was reflected in the way he viewed his job. It was past 3 pm by the time we checked into our hotel. Our hotel, an impressively laid out place, German owned with all the usual trapping and located on the banks of the river Nile. The German fetish for near faultless offeri...