Day 8 - Luxor to Idfu where we camped in the football stadium. No real grass. Lots of real dust. Shower and bathroom facilities. Neither of us ventured into the shower because we had the choice to stay with the dirt we knew. We had no choice about the WC, but if we had, we would have dug our own hole out back.
120 km ride today. More kids lining the street. More stones, spitting, sugar cane swings, etc. Don't get us wrong, there are a lot of very nice Egyptians along the route who encourage us and smile and greet us. But the experience is spoiled by the others. We are fed up with hearing money money money and with kids that essentially crowd us over into the oncoming lane of traffic. Traffic of course is utter chaos. One never has any idea of which side of the street the donkey carts will be on. The good thing is that drivers are very good and seem to keep out of our way.
Day 9 - Idfu to Aswan - another 120 km. We're well into the routine of crawling into the sleeping bag at 1930 in the evening and rising at 0500 or thereabouts when the calls for prayer are blasted over loudspeakers from the local mosque. The support vehicles left last night to catch the truck barge to Sudan so breakfast was served by a locally-hired entrepreneur - how do you serve 60 people from one hot-dog (or Egyptian equivalent) cart? It was a good breakfast but slow in coming.
Same complaints as yesterday about kids - but today is the last riding day in Egypt, so it will be Sudanese kids in a couple of days. We convoy to the ferry tomorrow morning for what will probably be another unique experience - it is overnight and we're told that the facilities will be almost as good as the Idfu Stadium.
We just had a nice dinner, complete with a bottle of Egyptian red wine, on the Corniche overlooking the Nile. No more alcohol until Ethiopia - Sudan is dry.
Also, reportedly no more internet until Khartoum in about two weeks.
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