The Temple of Isis is located on a small island in the middle of the Nile called Philae.
The Nudians run a boat taxi service across to the island and back...
Later we grabbed a Egyptian pizza made with a light flaky bread called feteer. I spent 20 mins trying to work out why the pizza take out boxes have a picture of a Chinese house... some things are best just left alone.
Sipping mint tea, watching the sunset on the terrace of the Hathor Hotel, overlooking the Nile... pure bliss.
The city of Aswan with the minarets of 2 mosques in the distance...
During the train ride up from Cairo, some Egyptian creepy crawly found that Heather's flesh was the sweetest in the land... these are just a sample of the bites that covered both arms, legs as well as two on her cheek... she was not happy.
I owe those other 3 mannequins an apology, this is the pinnacle of mannequin creepiness.
Ryan smokes a mean sheesha...
I still can't...
So this guy freaked us all out... sitting in a cafe, he struck up a conversation about smoking, both sheesha and cigarettes. He was quitting sheesha, and going back to cigs, because the sheesha is too unhealthy???
He said that one hour of sheesha is equal to a full pack of cigs.
WHAT!?! I was under the diluted belief that the "cleanness" of the tabacco, coupled with the water bong, made for a reasonably "healthy" experience... maybe the black lung wasn't from the Cairo pollution alone?
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