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... pyramids. We dismounted and then went to take pictures of Mary holding the pyramid. Inside pyramids (Emily) Tourists are like children. We want to touch and do everything. But I think we are better behaved if we don't have cameras. At least I think that is the rational behind not letting tourists have cameras inside of the pyramids. We left our gear with our guide and started in down the shaft to the tomb. Eden could walk straight up most of the way but everyone else was bent ...
... just settling down to concentrate when 2 old men came and sat either side of me and shouted companionably to each other. I gave up.
A New Yorker has joined our dinner table having been turned away from boarding ship at Southampton for lack of an Indian visa (as many others). He found it quicker to fly back to New York to get one than wait in Englad. He was accommodated in Cairo for several days. I think F O messed up.
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... arms outstretched in the film ‘Titanic’)
Buckshees are still necessary in this part of the world and appropriate ‘gifts’ are to hand. Some things haven’t changed! Going through the canal tomorrow is one of the highlights of this trip.
17.45 hours local. We have dropped anchor off Port Said along with many other vessels and await the call.
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Actual Date: August 30, 2011, 6 hours, 18.4 kms
Getting out of the Delta feels like 50 pounds were lifted off my shoulders, leaving behind the filth, the endless monotonous dreary villages, the thieves… Now it's just uninhabited desert and Mediterranean shoreline for as far as the eye can see. And when we reach Port Said, the city feels very different from the Delta cities. The streets are wide… the ...
Day 013: 6 hours, 18.4 kms
As soon as the collective taxi leaves Damyut, the endless green of the Delta ends and the lifeless desert begins. But strangely, it feels refreshing to be out of that place. The filth, the endless monotonous dreary villages, the thieves… getting out of the Delta feels like 50 pounds were lifted off my shoulders. Now it's just uninhabited desert and Mediterranean shoreline for as far as the eye can see.