Tuesday 8 January 2008

At Aswan, we were joined by new passengers. They would naturally stop ad have a look at the Horus Temple at Edfu. But we’ve seen it, been there, done that. Instead, we’re invited to a cafe in Edfu to smoke some sheesha.

Well, some of us, anyway. Alex has a go.

Apparently, watching is no fun. So here we go.

She insists she is smoking.

So now I’m teaching my kids to smoke, you ask? Alex detests smoking and thinks the sheesha tastes foul. Nearing 20, she’s probably not about to start smoking now so I reckon no harm is done. And Cat… nah, like Bill Clinton, I don’t think she inhaled.

I’m not much of a smoker myself, but I like the idea of the water pipe. Or more to the point, I like the idea of sitting in an Arabic café; slowly puffing on a water pipe and watching life go by while blue hazy smoke billows to the dark ceiling. Just like I like the idea of an opium-den.

Returning to the boat, I’m propositioned by a 15-year-old. Would I marry him? I tell him I already have two husbands. Surely, that’s very tiresome for me. Mais non! Really? he says. He’ll happily be number three, then. We laugh and part in good spirits.

Streets of Edfu, Egypt

Heading down river towards Luxor, I ponder this journey we’re on. Many think this is too strenuous a holiday to do with kids. Why not stay in Hurghada and hang at the beach instead? Thing is, I don’t like “lie on the beach and do nothing”-type holidays. They bore me silly. Alex tells me she has learnt so much here. And Cat has enjoyed it, too – with all the attention, the dressing up, running among ruins, seeing crocodiles – alive and mummified. But she is showing signs of temple fatigue. The Luxor temple, the last one, is tomorrow evening. We’ll see.

This time, I make sure we see the locks at Esna up close. I wonder if we’ll see a traffic jam. That would be interesting here on the Nile. But it’s all pretty efficient. At Esna, shops are waterborne, i.e. local peddlers in rowing boats toss plastic-wrapped wares on board – whether we want to or not. Money is put in the plastic bags and tossed back – or at least, that’s what they hope. They’re persistent and literally shower us with dresses, galabiyahs, t-shirts and souvenirs. Don’t think I need any. Sorry.

Rusty boat on the Nile, near Esna. Egypt

Luckily, there are other ships nearby, so after a no doubt disappointing outcome from us, they head for new targets.