Four days on a falucca from Aswan to Edfu with a bunch of Nubian dudes and a lot of sheesha, dominoes, and Arabic and reggae casette tapes.
There’s something about boat trips, river trips – it’s always really hard to come off them. You leave the boat hesitantly, not really sure if this is the best thing for you. Painstakingly you come to understand that the trip is over and yes, you must return to regular life, to civilization.
After 3 nights and four days on the river, we got off the Nile, not feeling quite right. Just as we were about to pick up our gear and disembark, Owen starting barfing over the side of the boat. Barfing continued on the train ride home. I don’t think yogurt can keep in that heat.