Egypt 11 - edited with photos
Feb 13, 2009 11:26:08 GMT
Post by bazfaz on Feb 13, 2009 11:26:08 GMT
We are back in Luxor, staying at the same cheap hotel. After an absence of 10 days they remembered us - we didn't behave that disgracefully - even asking if Madame was feeling better.
Our last couple of days in Aswan followed a routine of seeing something in the morning, felafel for lunch, lazing and reading a book on the roof terrace of the hotel in the afternoon, a stroll along the Corniche, vodka (Egyptian, OK) and Mountain Dew and supper. Nothing very exciting but just chilling out.
Tombs of the Nobles on the West Bank at Aswan
Camel on the West bank at Aswan
We were going to have our last meal at the Emy whose waiter had begun by trying to cheat us but now was on friendly terms. Alas we got there just too late as a group of 2 dozen French people had drinks and were studying menus. It would be 2 hours before we were served. So we went next door to the Salahdin. Lovely view over the Nile, poor service and crap food. I ordered pigeon. Eventually my plate arrived with some thin bones connected by skin. Perhaps I got 15 grams of meat. When the waiter came to ask if everything was all right he seemed stunned when I said no. He peered at my plate, muttered something about the pigeons having no breast and walked away. So my advice is to avoid the Salahdin and go to the Emy but scrutinise the bill closely.
We kept bumping into an Austrian who worked for the United Nations Museum something or other - he kept flashing his card to get free entry to sites but I never got a proper look at it. He said he was going to look at a temple up on Lake Nasser and there was a train to Aswan High Dam. Indeed there was. It was billed as the 11.40 and we all three went and sat in it. Is there a fourth class on Egyptian railways? If so, this was it. 11.40 came and the train didn't move. More and more people piled on. Then we worked out our possible timetable. Journey to the High Dam 20 minutes. Walk across the dam another 20 minutes. Haggling to get a boat. Trip on the boat. And the train was returning to Aswan at 2.15 (in theory). So some time after midday we abandoned the Austrian. I wondered what happened to him.
We bought tickets at Aswan station for today's travel. In my best Arabic I said "Luxor...boukra" and held up 8 fingers. "How many passengers?" the ticket clerk asked in his best English. So we got our two tickets and went to the station about 7.45 this morning. We were stunned to see a train standing there (it is the terminus for the railways so the trains start from there). We showed our tickets and were pointed out our wagon. Again, amazingly, the train left at 8.01.
About 5 minutes out of Aswan the ticket inspector came, lloked at our tickets and launched into a long spiel of which all we understood was that this was not the 8 a.m. running on time but the 6 a.m. starting 2 hours late. But I didn't like the way he kept our tickets and shouted. After 20 minutes he came back and a student was found who spoke broken English. It turned out we had been given tickets for the 8 p.m. train not the 8 a.m. The inspector wanted us to buy 2 new tickets but in the end he settled for only making us buy one. The student's broken English extended to saying, "He is showing mercy."
Last day at Luxor - a stroll along the Nile on the West Bank
A Nubian baby on the West Bank!
Our last couple of days in Aswan followed a routine of seeing something in the morning, felafel for lunch, lazing and reading a book on the roof terrace of the hotel in the afternoon, a stroll along the Corniche, vodka (Egyptian, OK) and Mountain Dew and supper. Nothing very exciting but just chilling out.
Tombs of the Nobles on the West Bank at Aswan
Camel on the West bank at Aswan
We were going to have our last meal at the Emy whose waiter had begun by trying to cheat us but now was on friendly terms. Alas we got there just too late as a group of 2 dozen French people had drinks and were studying menus. It would be 2 hours before we were served. So we went next door to the Salahdin. Lovely view over the Nile, poor service and crap food. I ordered pigeon. Eventually my plate arrived with some thin bones connected by skin. Perhaps I got 15 grams of meat. When the waiter came to ask if everything was all right he seemed stunned when I said no. He peered at my plate, muttered something about the pigeons having no breast and walked away. So my advice is to avoid the Salahdin and go to the Emy but scrutinise the bill closely.
We kept bumping into an Austrian who worked for the United Nations Museum something or other - he kept flashing his card to get free entry to sites but I never got a proper look at it. He said he was going to look at a temple up on Lake Nasser and there was a train to Aswan High Dam. Indeed there was. It was billed as the 11.40 and we all three went and sat in it. Is there a fourth class on Egyptian railways? If so, this was it. 11.40 came and the train didn't move. More and more people piled on. Then we worked out our possible timetable. Journey to the High Dam 20 minutes. Walk across the dam another 20 minutes. Haggling to get a boat. Trip on the boat. And the train was returning to Aswan at 2.15 (in theory). So some time after midday we abandoned the Austrian. I wondered what happened to him.
We bought tickets at Aswan station for today's travel. In my best Arabic I said "Luxor...boukra" and held up 8 fingers. "How many passengers?" the ticket clerk asked in his best English. So we got our two tickets and went to the station about 7.45 this morning. We were stunned to see a train standing there (it is the terminus for the railways so the trains start from there). We showed our tickets and were pointed out our wagon. Again, amazingly, the train left at 8.01.
About 5 minutes out of Aswan the ticket inspector came, lloked at our tickets and launched into a long spiel of which all we understood was that this was not the 8 a.m. running on time but the 6 a.m. starting 2 hours late. But I didn't like the way he kept our tickets and shouted. After 20 minutes he came back and a student was found who spoke broken English. It turned out we had been given tickets for the 8 p.m. train not the 8 a.m. The inspector wanted us to buy 2 new tickets but in the end he settled for only making us buy one. The student's broken English extended to saying, "He is showing mercy."
Last day at Luxor - a stroll along the Nile on the West Bank
A Nubian baby on the West Bank!