Karnak temple, Luxor temple, Luxor museum and leaving the cruise

Ok, due to tiredness last night I have been a bit remiss on updates, so I will kill two birds with one stone and cover two days.

On Sunday we had the last official day of touring. This was based in Luxor and involved visits to Karnak temple and Luxor temple. I was suppose to have gone on this tour at the very beginning of the trip, but due to some delays I missed it. However, the fact that this cruise is on a permanent loop between touring Luxor and Aswan, I managed to get on the tour at the end of the trip, which was nice.

Karnak Temple
This was, for me, one of the reasons I wanted to go on this cruise, to gaze at the majesty of Karnak temple compound, this was the most important temple in Theban Egypt, and it is easy to see why. The sheer scale of the place makes it magnificent, and it has more columns than an excel spreadsheet!! However, this is the cultural response for why I wanted to see the temple. If i am honest, the real reason I wanted to see it was because this is where a rather suave Roger Moore dodges the hired killer Jaws in the Bond film "The Spy who Loved Me".

Karnak Temple from the front ....

and from the rear....

I was not disappointed by the sheer scale of the temple, but I have to confess to being a bit miffed that we covered the whole temple complex in about an hour. To put this in perspective, the temple is so large, I could have probably spent most of the day there snapping photographs, and yet, we seemed to be route-marched through it by a tour guide more interested in breaking the world record for temple hopping, than for letting the visitors enjoy the buildings.

Avenue of Ram-headed Sphinxes at the entrance to Karnak

Speaking of the tour guide, he was not quite as good as the previous guides we have had on the trip. The English language is a rich and colourful language full of subtle inflections to convey different meanings. This guide sucked all the beauty and colour out of the language with a monotonous drawl which really did nothing to engage the tour party to what he was saying (OK, I admit this might be a bit harsh, as his English is way better than my Arabic). All I can remember of his tour guide patois was his repeated call of "follow me" as he tried to hurry us along the tour.

Anyway, here are a few pictures of Karnak Temple, I have resolved to go back there and try and see it at a more leisurely pace, so hopefully I will get some more snaps at a later date. One of the things that was impressive about Karnak was the Hypostyle hall which, as i alluded to above, is just a hall of columns, hundreds of them.

The columns of the Great hypostile hall...impressive

What is nice about Karnak is that some of the original colouring is still on some of the reliefs, so you can picture how this temple must have looked in its heyday.

One plus of our tour guide was he did know some of the key locations to take us to get our Karnak "money shot" pictures from, and he even took a few photos of me standing against some columns with some obelisks in the background. For info, according to our guide, the obelisk (aka Cleopatra's Needle) near Embankment tube station in London was taken from this temple (in those good old empire days....).

Luxor Temple
We were hastily ushered out of Karnak temple and to Luxor temple a couple of miles down the road. Karnak and Luxor temples were once linked together by an avenue of Sphinxes, which must have been an impressive site to behold, but alas modernity meant that the town of Luxor was built right in the middle of the two, and so much of this avenue is under roads and houses now. However, there is a bit of the avenue left at Luxor Temple, and we were given about 50 nanoseconds to admire it and take photos of it before our tour guide was ushering us down towards the temple proper.

The avenue of Sphinxes that linked Karnak and Luxor temples

In terms of scale, Luxor is not as impressive as Karnak temple, but it has some charm of its own, in that a Coptic church was built on top of part of it and then, when this was submerged under soil at some date I can’t remember, the Fatimid’s (early Islamists) arrived and unwittingly built a Mosque on top of the Church on top of the temple.

The front pylons of Luxor temple (I know, it looks the same as every other temples pylons!!)

The temple also shows signs of Coptic vandalism, with the early Christians painting over the Egyptian murals with murals of their own depicting Evangelists and disciples etc. If there is one thing I have take from this tour it is that Coptic Christians were right gits, ruining all the faces of the gods on the temples as they saw them as idols.

Side view of Luxor temple....more columns!

Luxor Temple is also had the hand of Alexander the Great on it, with some friezes showing Alexander making offerings to the Egyptian Gods. I didn’t get much time to look at this, as once again, we were rushed through the temple, but I am pretty sure that Alexander was declared the descendent of Amun by the Oracle at Siwa (I would like to go to Siwa Oasis, but it is a hell of a distance from Cairo, for very little cultural benefit as far as I can see), so I imagine it would be an offering to Amun.

After that our tour guide took us back towards the boat, having covered two major temples in just over 2 hours, including the travel time!! Is that a record Norris McWhirter?! Before he left us though, he did give us a little talk about the appropriateness of tipping out ship’s staff, which I thought was a little odd, as he is not directly affiliated with the ship. Still, it probably does help to get an idea of the sort of amount he as an Egyptian feels is fair, as to be honest, there are times I feel mean just giving one or two Egyptian pounds for things.

That was all yesterday (or the day before yesterday, if you are reading this tomorrow – or, more realistically, today). Has that confused you?! Good :P

Today (that is to say Monday) was our final day on the cruise and we bagged up and got ready to go. In truth it was a bit sad, as the tour party I was with were a nice group and really friendly, so that will be missed, hopefully I will be lucky and meet people who are as nice on my onward travels.

Prior to leaving (after lunch) though, I popped along to the Luxor Museum, to compare the objet d’art in there with our British Museum. The museum is quite small, but it does have a couple of Mummies for people to have a look at. Considering they are over 4,000 years old, they scrub up pretty well, and I was impressed with them. The other objects are pretty much of a muchness, a few heads of Gods here, a handful of Greco-Roman coins there etc. But the piste de resistance (as far as I was concerned) was the chariot which was buried in Tutankhamun’s tomb with him. That was a really nice bit of kit! And judging by the size of the tomb in the Valley of the Kings would have had to be seriously crammed in there. Unfortunately, no photos were allowed in the museum, so i can't show you the Chariot.

So, after that and a spot of lunch, I finally checked out of the boat and travelled a couple of miles down the road to the Steigenberger. I was not disappointed with what I saw, it is a lovely room with marble throughout, and a lovely Nile view to gaze out on from my balcony in the evening.....that is where I am writing this from. I have not done much for the rest of the afternoon, as I am feeling a bit woozy, and dizzy, possibly due to all the sun, I might have a bit of heat exposure from earlier (I need to be mindful of this!).

My room at the Steigenberger - high living indeed.....

Well, that is all for now, I will write some more tomorrow, when hopefully I am aiming to go to the Valley of the Nobles, Habu temple and the Ramesseum.

Returning to Luxor, Esna Locks

Today has again been rather relaxing, with only a sneaky visit to Kom Ombo once more. I was not technically supposed to go and see this again, but it was a chance to see the temple in the day time, so i popped along. This was made easy because one of the chaps from Manchester has been sh***ing through the eye of a needle for the past few days and has basically been unable to see anything since the Valley of the Kings. So, i took his place on the tour.

After the Kom Ombo visit, i have been thinking and arranging my onward details. I have booked into a hotel in Luxor for the couple of days after i disembark the ship. The chain is called the Steigenberger, and i am hoping for traditional German efficiency, and lots of spicy sausages on the menu (whoever misinterprets that has a dirty mind!!). In true Basil Fawlty style, i will try not to mention the war....

Once booked in, i have arranged with my contact in Luxor (gosh, i sound like someone in a John le Carre novel!) to arrange a balloon ride as the sun rises over the Valley of the Kings. I will also think about going to see more of the tombs, and the Ramesseum, as I felt our first visit there was rather rushed. I appreciate we have seen the major tombs in the area, but i am a stickler for completeness!!

After i have done this, i will head back to Cairo and book myself in to a hotel there. We are now getting into the Egyptian busy season, so i will need to ensure i have forward planned, as i don’t fancy sleeping rough on the streets of Cairo!!

Anyway, i have not got much to write about, so i thought i will give you a general review of the ship. From the moment you arrive it feels palatial, with a marble entrance hall and wooden staircase. The people to staff ratio is very good, and the customer service is excellent.

The reception of the boat...........the man waiting offers
you towels for freshening up after being out in the heat

There is a gym on board, a swimming pool on top and the rooms are lovely and spacious, even my single berth is large enough to have a table and chairs in. The thing that is really great about the cruise is that i can sit here and write this, with my nets drawn back and just watch the Nile and the Egypt drift by....it is very relaxing.

My room for the past 5 nights...

....very plush, and colder that an Eskimo's fridge...

the sun deck with swimming pool for those who like to slowly roast....

On the downside, the internet connection is a bit flakey, as everytime we move, i lose the wireless connection i rely on (only because i am lazy and like lying on my bed as i type!), but i suppose i can always plug it in at the wall. If i am honest, a 7 day cruise is a bit too much for me. i much prefer to be out and doing things, not just milling around on a ship sunning myself, so i would only suggest a 7 day cruise if you want to temple hop and sunbathe, but if you just want to do one or the other, a 3/4 day cruise would suffice.

Tomorrow is my last day of the cruise - as i write this we are back in Luxor, so wont be sailing any further, but i have a couple more things to see here (Luxor Temple and Karnak), as i missed them due to all the kerfuffle at the beginning of my trip!

Unfinished business

Today has been rather sedate, as we have spent it in Aswan again, as the boat prepares to turn around and head back up the Nile to Luxor. That reminds me, I really need to arrange a hotel room for Luxor....

This morning I did a bit of sunning myself on the top deck, while reading up on Cairo, so I am fully prepared for the assault on my senses the city will provide! Also, I need to make a mini check list of what I want to do while I am there. I have a rough idea, but not sure how long each thing will take.

Anyway, regular readers might recall we were supposed to go to the unfinished obelisk yesterday, but our tour guide preferred instead to take us to some Nubian aromatherapy shop instead. Well, today he was back on the boat preparing to take a new party out on the Philae tour, when I tackled him about this, and said I want to go in and see it!!

I was arguing quite well because the lieutenant in charge was also getting involved and eventually the tour guide, Mahmud, agreed to take the tour to this site first. I should mention that today is also a turn around day when all the people on the three night cruise depart and a new group gets on. Because i am on the 7 night cruise, i get to see all the temples twice.

So, I pity the poor sods on this tour whose first day it is, as in all likelihood, my insistance that we went to the unfinished obelisk has meant they will probably have to sacrifice another part of the tour....like Philae temple. Note: I have not said they would sacrifice the aromatherapy part of it, which is a permanent fixture, methinks!!

Anyway, we went to the unfinished obelisk, and it really is what it says on the tin, an obelisk that is not quite finished!! It is quite impressive though as, had it been completed, it would have stood a fully 45 metres high and weighed about 1200 tonnes. The reason it was not finished is that the stone masons noticed a crack in it and realised that it could not be raised without breaking.

The top-down view - that is a big crack
i think i would have noticed sooner.....

I have added a shot of people in for perspective; generally I do not like the hoi polloi in on my photographic masterpieces, but this really helps to emphasise the size of the bloody thing. Also, so you get an idea of the scale, for those who have been to Rome, the obelisk in the Vatican city is only 23 metres....

The bottom-up view - bloody big bugger!

After that I got a taxi back to the boat, which is moored near a bottling plant for Coca-Cola, but when I arrived the boat was not there.....the captains of these Nile cruisers seem to change mooring positions at the drop of a hat, and I was not informed of this at all, so I spent a full hour wandering around in the blistering heat (and it was absolutely searing hot today) trying to find the boat!

Frankly my dear tour guide, I don't give A(swan) Dam...

Early this morning we left our moorings outside of Kom Ombo and sailed down the Nile to Aswan. It was only a 3 hour trip, but there was a few things to fit in here....firstly we caught a boat over to Philae Temple. This was a temple that until recently (please note "recently" in Egyptian terms is within the last 50 years!!) subject to flooding from the rising seasonal Nile waters. Therefore during the rainy season the temple would be half submerged underwater.

The approach to the Island of Philae

The tour guides specialises in talking about this temple

I suppose you could call him a Philae minion ;)

With the building of the Aswan Dam the raised water levels would have lost this temple to the lake, all in the name of progress (the Dam is a massive hydroelectrical generator providing a massive amount of electricity to Cairo, Luxor and other cities along the Nile). Therefore, instead of losing it to the lake, it was decided to move it, brick-by-brick, to another island that would not be submerged. So the temple looks like it has done for all antiquity, but is now 100 metres or so away from the original site. This was a nice temple, reminiscent of Edfu, only on a smaller scale.

The Romans also added to Philae with this, honouring the Egyptian gods
and keeping the Nubians happy - typical smooth Mediterranean charmers!!

Once we returned from the island, we moved on to the Aswan Dam itself. Now, I don’t mind engineering feats and all that, but a dam is a dam, and it was not anywhere near as impressive as the Hoover Dam (which is my yardstick for such things), so I took a couple of token snaps, but my heart was not really in it.

On the Aswan Dam, with Russio-Egyptian lotus flower monument in the background

I did get to see Lake Nasser though, and Lake Nasser is the most northerly point where you can see Crocodiles in the Nile - they are all refused entry north of the dam by the stringent military checkpoints. However, sadly I did not see any - I guess that people and crocodiles do not mix...

This is Lake Nasser, on the other side of the Dam. No Crocs though.

Following on from the dam, the tour guide seemed to redirect us to some strange Nubian shop which specialised in aromatherapy oils. He gave some spiel about the Nubians are very honest and trustworthy people and this is interesting, so the whole tour group piled in. 30 minutes later we were bored to tears with rubbing exotic plant oils on various appendages and just wanted to leave. No one bought anything, which made me wonder why on earth we bothered going to that. It was similar to the alabaster village experience, obviously the guide gets a cut of the sales bought by the customers he brought in, but it annoyed me a bit as we were wasting temple
hopping time for wiping this crap on our wrists.

True enough, one of our trips was to the unfinished obelisk, a massive 1200 tonne piece of stone that was 3/4 carved when the stone masons discovered some cracks in the granite, and abandoned it. It was going to be 40 metres in length, and very impressive, but all I got to see of it was from the bus as we drove past it to get to the boat! What a rip off! The guide probably did himself no favours sending us to the aromatherapy place, as he got no commission, and has now lost his bumper baksheesh payday from me (I was going to give him E£50, but after this, all he got was E£20).

Back at the boat I got freshened up and went to my room to relax for an hour or so. It is worth pointing out that while in Cambodia, I was on three or four showers a day, here I am getting by with only two. The heat is more intense here, but it is a dry heat, so you sweat, but you are not saturated every 30 minutes.

After a bit of rest and lunch back on the boat, our afternoon excursion was to take a Felucca out on the Nile and around Kitchener’s island (named after Lord “your country needs you” Kitchener) and Elephantine Island (named because of the large ivory trade that used to go on at the island – sort of like the Cambridge corn exchange, only with tusks!)

What is a felucca you may ask? Well it is a tradition one-sail fishing boat, the Mahmud delighted in telling us had been sailing the Nile for thousands of years. The Nubians run the ships, but obviously with the building of the dam, the fishing opportunities are limited, and so they have switched over to the tourist industry.

A felucca heading straight for us!! In the background is Kitchener's
Island, a sort of botanical garden set up in our empire days....

I have to say the whole sailing experience was good fun and relaxing, and halfway through the Nubian sailors burst into a tradition song, which had strains of “frère Jacques”, “She’ll be coming round the mountain” and “Macarena” all cunningly woven in to the fabric.

Another way to help tourists part with their cash...sing a bit and then
park in the middle of the lake until sufficient sales have been made.....

It was good fun though, until I discovered there was a new way to make us part with our money. The music stopped and then they started setting up a stall in the middle of the boat with all manner of hand crafted objects on. We were a captive audience and could not escape by walking off, as they just kept on circling in the middle of the lake so we handed over cash like nobody’s business. That said, I did get a couple of nice souvenirs!

One of the strangest sights I saw today was a young lad on what can only be describes as a bit of Styrofoam and a couple of hand held panels bombing it over to our boat to get some baksheesh for saying the alphabet . He left disappointed though, as no one has any change smaller than E£50, and cute and doe-eyed as he might have been, he was not worth that sort of money.....

If Egypt trained this kid to row, i am sure he would win
Olympic gold, such was his speed at crossing the Nile!

Tomorrow is a day at leisure, where we can do what we want in Aswan. I am not entirely sure what I want to do here – I could pop to Elephantine Island and see the Nubian villages, and then skip over to Kitchener’s Island, which has a botanical gardens on it. Decisions, Decisions.....

Edfu and Kom Ombo

After a good night's sleep following on from the whirlwind tour of the valley of the kings et al. yesterday, today's temple hopping was and altogether more sedate affair.

For the first time on the cruise I managed to sit down in the dining room and eat a meal with the rest of the tourists. It has turned out that I had unwittingly become (in)famous because, with the ship being full, there was only one seat not filled, and people were wondering who was missing. Then this strange chap (me) wanders on to the boat says "hi" to everyone and goes on a tour with the party (all of the parties are divvied up based on the predominant language they can speak). Then, during the tour, I almost got left behind, and the tour guide had to make the whole party wait in the blistering Valley of the Kings sun while he ran up to try and find me.

I maintain that I was only in the Tutankhamun tomb, although I might have spent longer in there than was scheduled, and I did sneakily walk up to some of the other tombs to see if the party has gone there (I knew in my heart of hearts that they had gone down to the exit, but I had to make sure...).

Anyway, after touring with the party, they were expecting to see me for lunch and dinner but I crashed out and slept instead, so people were trying to figure out if I was some antisocial misanthrope, or if I was stuck to the toilet with a severe case of Nile belly. So, to finally see me after a couple of days, I was surprised they all remembered me. I have been the butt of a few jokes about "making it back to the meeting point" and “don’t get lost” etc, but it is all good natured, and it helps me not getting lost again!! I have spoken to most of the group on my dinner table; 6 are a family party from Manchester, and 2 are a Mum and daughter (i think!) from Wales. They all seem like nice enough folk, which is always good, as we have to spend a few days together.

Today's first temple was the magnificent temple at Edfu. In order to get there they decided we should travel in a nice environmentally friendly way, horse and carriage. However, one look at these mangy nags and you can't help feel sorry for them. The horse I had was actually one of the more looked after ones, and the driver (called Shugar) did not use a whip. Another group though told of a horse that was struggling to run because one of its legs was bleeding, and instead of resting the horse, the man just whipped it harder. All this in the searing heat of the day. Poor things.

You can't see the horse's ribs, which can't be said of the rest...

Anyway Shugar was really helpful at pointing things out....school there, market there....baksheesh please.....hospital there. It was an interesting journey, but the town of Edfu is much like any other town, apart from the fact it has the bloody great big temple in the middle of it. Apparently, the whole temple is very well preserved because at some point in the past, it was completely buried in the sand, and the local town unwittingly built their town on top of it. This is an impressive factoid because the temple must be over 100 feet high.

Me employing clever camera angles at Edfu Temple, there were hundreds of people there really!

After popping to see Edfu, we were due to return to the boat but our horse and carriage was, in true taxi-style, out on another job so, instead of waiting in the blistering sun, one of his colleagues kindly offered us shelter on his carriage until he returned (for some baksheesh of course!). As we were waiting this man was proudly showing us a photograph of him with Omar Sharif (the cynic in me expected him to charge us some baksheesh for looking). Still, he was useful in exchanging some large notes into smaller notes (I had to pay some baksheesh for this). So just to be clear, I had to pay baksheesh for getting the money to pay this man baksheesh - I wonder if it was Egyptians behind the current banking crisis....

Eventually our driver returned, and I was given the honour of sitting on the front with him (yes, you guessed it, for some baksheesh). This was actually quite exhilarating though, but clearly concepts like the "health and safety executive" do not exist here as I was bouncing around almost falling off at every pothole we hit! Still it was a laugh, and he pulled over and snapped a photo of me holding the reins (baksheesh), before delivering us to our boat.

Me failing to keep a tight rein on my spending....

The afternoon was at leisure, and I sat by the window in my room watching the beautiful Nile drift by. I really can't properly describe to you how relaxing it is. I am on the side which the sun rises on for this part of the trip so it is lovely watching the sun rise in the mornings.

In the evening, we arrived at the temple of Kom Ombo, which was spectacularly lit up so we could see it as it approached. My camera is not the best in night scenarios, and so I am not sure the pics will do it justice.

Kom Ombo by night

The one thing I have been impressed with on the trip so far, is the standard of the tour guides. It is nice to see Egyptians being passionate about their heritage, and Mahmud our current guide is incredibly animated when explaining the stories of the temples, with arms flapping about wildly with every sentence.

Kom Ombo is quite interesting because the temple is actually dedicated to two gods, not just one. There are also a couple of mummified crocodiles here too, which i just had to get a picture of.

Mummified Croc grins for the camera. Say cheese......

The Egyptians link the crocodile to Nile floods (and therefore fertility) because the crocodiles would wait at the dam knowing the floods were coming, so when the Egyptians saw a crocodile, they knew the floods were coming.

As i write this, we are just arriving in Aswan, so another days adventures are just around the corner.....I will add pictures later.

Life of Luxor-y

At last! After days of treading water, things finally took shape yesterday, and I made it onto the flight bound for Luxor this morning. What this meant is that I had to be up at about 2:30am to make sure I got to the airport on time.

For the first time I felt that things were going my way; I had checked in successfully, been through the metal detectors and was on the bus getting ready to be taken to the plane, when suddenly a French chap walked up to me and said my name. Oh no! There is some problem which meant I had to get off the plane I thought. No, instead he handed me my wallet, which I had left on the counter when walking through the metal detector!! You could tell he thought I was some silly "rosbeef", as he patronisingly said I need to be careful here!!

Still, I took this as a sign of my fortunes turning, and it seemed to follow on as, when I landed at Luxor airport, my bag was the first to come out of the baggage reclaim!! So, I was almost back on schedule. I met with the rep who was waiting for me airport and drove me to the boat, where I signed in and dumped my bags, before running straight out onto a tour of the Valley of the Kings, the Valley of the Queens, the Colossi of Memnon, and the Temple of Hatshepsut.

My home for the next 6 nights....i never thought i would see this....

OK, a weather update. The heat here is unlike anything I have ever felt before in my life. I thought that Cambodia was hot, but even that would seem cool compared to this. I am fairly sure that I would find walking on the surface of the sun cooler than touring these valleys. Even at 7am the heat was in the high 30s, and while it may be true that sitting in the shade means that you get some respite, there is very little shade here at all! Rest assured I am drinking more than enough water, I estimate I have drunk about 5 litres just touring.

The tour group i am with seems to be OK, a fairly friendly bunch, who are broken into two groups; those from Australia and those from England.

We arrived at the Valley of the Kings first, and as is expected at a tourist Mecca like this, the visitors have to run the gauntlet of a horde of locals trying to sell them everything from maps of the area, to authentic toenail scrapings from Tut Ankh Amun himself.

This scene at the Valley of the Kings was very bazaar.....

The shame about visiting these tombs is that no photography is allowed in there, under the presumption that it might damage the hieroglyphs, but my suspicion is it is more so they can sell you glossy brochures at ridiculously marked up prices. Once again our western sensibilities disadvantage us, as when the vendors put on the hard sell, we inevitably buckle and hand them loads of cash in order to get rid of them. The vendors are fully aware of this, and so once you are seen to cave in once, you just attract more hassle. Luckily I was exposed a bit to this in Cambodia, so I had a more steely determination than most, and moments after an American tourist paid E£50 (about £5 sterling) for a glossy brochure, I managed to haggle him down to E£20.

One thing I have not mentioned yet is something called "Baksheesh". It is a form of tipping, but on a much wider scale than in the west. For example, a chap helped me lift my luggage onto a trolley, I had to pay his a couple of Egyptian pounds for his trouble. A guard showed me something interesting on the wall in one of the temples....and I was another couple of pounds lighter in my wallet. However, this is an accepted way of life here, and a couple of pounds in Egyptian money is about 20p, so it is not a big deal, but it is the sheer frequency that adds up. Also, I always seem to have a dearth of pound notes, I am sure the Egyptian government have not printed enough, so I am stuck sometimes being unable to pay or paying 5 or 10 pounds, which is a lot!!

The Valley of the Kings visit incorporated seeing the Tombs of a couple of Ramseses (is that how you pluralise Ramses?!) which were quite interestingly decorated, but you will have to take my word for it. The Egyptians don’t miss a trick though and realise that, because of the fame surrounding the death mask, the tomb of Tut Ankh Amun will attract of lot of tourist interest, and so there is a separate charge for entering this tomb.

A rarity at The Valley of the Kings...no people in shot!

However, I was happy enough to shell out for this. It is a small tomb, but you can still see the stone sarcophagus and the wood sarcophagus that he was buried in. If the Egyptians believed he would awaken in the afterlife it does make me wonder why they locked him in a wooden coffin and then sealed him in stone one in which the lid must weigh at least 2 tonnes! At the other side of the tomb you could view the mummified remains of Tut Ankh Amun himself, which was quite special.

Tut Ankh Amun's entrance - oo-er!!

It reminds me that I need to go back to the Egyptian museum and see his death mask. I might possibly come back to the Valley of the Kings after the cruise as there are plenty more tombs to see, but we are on a punishing schedule to cram as much in as possible in a week.

After the Valley of the Kings, we “stopped off” by something called the alabaster village, which seems to be a local arrangement with the bus driver to filter tourists into the shops there. Still the demonstration on how they shape the stones was pretty good, and they were light hearted and friendly, so I was not too bothered – apart from the fact that I kept on singing “pure alabaster, genuine plaster” from the Mary Poppins tune “Portobello road”.

This sort of job can really grind you down....

We eventually moved on to the temple of Queen Hatshepsut, which is a massive temple carved out of the cliff face Petra-style! It was very impressive and pretty well preserved considering. The slight downside I was beginning to discover is that all of these locations are thronging with people, which makes it impossible to take a good photo without some numpty getting into the shot! Here I met an “unofficial” official, who put his hat on me and took my photo (more baksheesh....)

Hatshepsut's temple was pretty impressive, will be interesting to compare to Petra

Me looking like a daft Egypt....no laughing, i had to pay baksheesh for this!!

The penultimate visit of the day was to the Valley of the Queens, to see Queen Nefertiti’s (affectionately called Titty to the locals.) tomb, and also some other one, whose name I forget. By this point in the proceedings, the whole day had caught up with me, and the intense heat was making my eyes stream unheeded and were stinging to the point where I could hardly focus the camera. I hope I have not got sun burn of the eyeballs, as that is the one place I did not plaster with sun cream!

The Valley of the Queens - trust me! Every hole is a tomb

The final visit was to the Colossi of Memnon. I am not sure what I was expecting here, but I think it was something much bigger than what I saw. I know they say that size does not matter, but when it comes to stone statues, it really does! I suppose I had romantic images of something similar to the Colossus of Rhodes so, all in all, this was a trifle disappointing. Maybe they should be renamed to the Moderately-sized-stone-figures-of-Memnon. At least i was not the only one, it seemed the guide was not too impressed with these either, as after a couple of minutes he was ushering us back into the coach to head back to the boat. I for one was not sad to go.

The Minutia of Memnon....I was disappointed

As soon as I got back to the boat, I locked myself in my room and went to sleep (well earned), finally I feel that I can relax and start enjoying my time here. Also, i have finally got some pictures (to be added, as the internet connection is interminably slow!) which are more interesting that the departure lounges of Heathrow and Cairo airports!!