I’m pretty sure that when something or someone was designing this great big world, the shimmering, slithering Nile River was a beautiful afterthought — the cherry on top of the sundae, the ribbon on top of a perfectly wrapped present.
It is home to great abundance.
And quiet simplicity.
The Nile is also one of the best ways to get from point A to point B in Egypt, far from the overwhelming chaos of the shore.
On the river there is no haggling, no harrassment, no salesmen, no noise. It’s a place to simply be, while everything else floats away.
The Husband and I took a felucca ride when we stayed in Luxor. However, we picked a night with no wind — which was great for the weather and our comfort, but not so great for sailing.
The feluccas hugged the shore, with the crew hopping into thick, knee-high mud or leaping onto nearby buildings, using ropes and sheer strength to tow the boats through the current.
Occasionally a motorboat would chug by.
Meanwhile, my boat used human motors.
Then we drifted, through the sunset and into the night.
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