After a good nights rest , I woke to a picture perfect morning , indulged with the array of vanities at my disposal and then down to breakfast to complete the  extravagance with pastries , fresh coffee , a fluffy omelette and the chilled fresh fruits , mmmhhh.  What a start to what was going to be a very lazy day , complete with slops , board shorts and a little sun screen .

 

Tranquil turquoise .

Tranquil turquoise .

 

I spent the day around the pool trying to secure a boat from Africa across the Mediterranean to Italy , which is only weeks away so I thought it prudent to get cracking . I am currently waiting for confirmation that I can get a spot aboard one of the container ships that sail the route .

Later as the heat of the day subsided I thought I would go for a walk along the Nile past the Luxor Temple and then back to the hotel . This was to be as relaxing as Chinese torture . Luxor although not as empty as Aswan still sports the 4 to 5 deep Nile river boats tied and locked , the corniche empty but for me and the ever near and present danger of the Felucca skipper offering you a trip around the bay. Luxor is far better kept , much cleaner and greener .

 

Strolling Luxor .

Strolling Luxor .

 

Barge city not so pretty.

Barge city not so pretty.

 

Luxor Temple .

Luxor Temple .

 

Still the Temple .

Still the Temple .

 

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The only real difference between walking around Luxor to Aswan is here I am not referred to as My friend , My friend good price felucca ride , but rather moustache , moustache good price felucca ride .Even though in my heart of hearts I understand the desperation of the situation , trying to make a living with so few tourists , they really can wear you down with the one hundredth offer of the same thing with the same words . Eventually running  the gauntlet frayed my patience and nerves so  I made a run for the sanctuary of the hotel poolside to sip on ice cold water and enjoy a latte in a world where the sounds of the great composers fill your ears and the ever present colourful cocktails pass by  on trays held high .

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The West bank .

The West bank .

 

The sun started to set , I enjoyed the last rays from inside the pool before the day came to an end . I have decided to spend another night here and go ballooning before sunrise .

 

Magic

Magic

 

Until we meet again .

 

 

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