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Aswan, High Dam and Philae Island

We spent a night in Aswan on the boat and another at a hotel.

We used part of that day to summon a doctor for the doctor. Kaddee’s cold and cough were sounding worse and worse. The doctor spent an awful long time listening to her lungs and pronounced that she did not have pneumonia yet. She did have a rather high fever. High enough that he made her take a cold shower, which really made her very unhappy.

He gave her an injection of anti-biotics, prescribed more anti-biotics, a fever reducer and a decongestant.

He recommended bed rest, avoid drafts and cold.

So what did we do? We went off to the High Dam and the Island of Philae!

But first a minor rant about our hotel as reminder to us and a warning to any that may read this and use it as info for planning a trip.

We stayed at the Marhaba Palace hotel in Aswan. What a joke.

It was recommended by Lonely Planet, but either somebody from the hotel paid off Lonely Planet, or the hotel has faded HARD and FAST since the last issue of the guide.

It is ok. It is a typical mid-level Egyptian hotel. It looks like it used to be nice, but there has been zero maintenance done on it for what appears to be a couple of years. Walls need paint, the cable for the satellite TV was a bare wire, the bathroom flooded, the restaurant food was abysmal, the roof top terrace was filthy etc. The service was, at best, indolent.

All in all, this is mostly typical for Egyptian mid-level hotels. But the write up in Lonely Planet built up our expectations. It was disappointing to say the least.

But anyway..

We took a quick trip to the High Dam which is interesting in a major engineering kind of way. But not much to look at, really. The authorities get a little nervous with photo takers at the dam. Zoom lens and video cameras are not allowed. So I didn’t really take any good photos of it.

We then went of to the Island of Philae.

Strolling through the grounds, we noticed that he moon was almost full.

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We were excited about this, because it meant a full moon at Abu Simbel in a few days time.

We roamed around the temple, and I took a few photos. Kaddee was tired but determined to see as much as possible before collapsing in exhaustion.

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We left the temple as the sun started to set. Our time in Aswan draws to a close.

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Kom Ombo to Aswan

While we slept, the boat chugged up river towards Kom Ombo. It arrived some time during the night and moored somewhere nearby. Early in the morning, it sailed to Kom Ombo itself.

We were there shortly after sunrise. The light was nice, the air was cold and the crowds were sparse. Perfect.

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It is in pretty good shape.

Sunlight peaking in through columns and such made for some neat highlights

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From there is was a short sail to Aswan harbor. The cruise boats are stacked up 3 and 4 deep in places. Not a particularly pleasant sight, really. But luckily there are other things to keep ones eyes occupied.

The tombs of the nobles is across the river on the west bank

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And there are always the pretty boats

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and the not so pretty boats

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Next up, the high dam and Philae

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Horus? She hardly knew us!

After the locks we sailed towards Edfu and the Temple of Horus.

We passed many bucolic Nile river scenes.

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And many feluccas

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We drank lemon juice and vodka.

As the sun was getting ready to set, we reached Edfu and headed off to the Temple of Horus.

Guarded by statues of an angry looking Horus

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The temple was well preserved and looked great under the lights

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Deep within the temple is a chamber that holds the ceremonial barge

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We left Horus and his engravings and returned to the boat for dinner, drinks and sleep.

While we slept, the boat sailed on to Kom Ombo….

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Luxor and the cruise

As part of our Christmas break, Kaddee, her mother and I flew to Luxor and boarded a Nile cruise boat for a 4 night, 5 day fun filled adventure.

The cruise includes sight seeing at some temples as well on board entertainment Which we mostly slept through since we were all tired from sightseeing and coming down with colds.

I can’t say I was sorry to miss the “galabaya party” or the “nubian drumming”. The belly dancer might have been interesting in a bad-train-wreck sort of way. But alas.

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I started to type up a “we went here and did this” sort of post, but that seems like too much work. So instead, some highlights and lowlights.

We basically sat on the boat, watched the sunset

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We went to Medinat Habu

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which is spectacular.

It is also where Kaddee got to take a motorcycle ride.

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We went to the Valley of the Queens which was only mildy interesting. There are only 3 tombs open and the most famous one, Queen Nefetari’s tomb, is closed to regular tourists due to damage caused by humidity and dust.

We skipped the Valley of the Kings tour (we did that last year) and decided to stay on the boat to ride through the locks at Esna.

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That was neat in a we-are-such-geeks way. I have never been through locks before. We have spent many a sunny Sunday afternoon at the Ballard locks in Seattle, watching the boats pass, but this was my first time through a set.

Next time:

  • Edfu and the Temple of Horus
  • More cruising and drinking on the sundeck.
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Christmas travels.

Hello all.

We have been traveling and haven’t posted much.

We flew to Luxor and spent a night there. Then we boarded a 4 night Nile Cruise to Aswan.

We spent an extra night in Aswan, then got in a minibus to join the convoy to Abu Simbel.

We spent 2 days, Christmas Eve and Day, in Abu Simbel. Got up in time for the sunrise at the temple.

It was butt-chapping cold, but the lighting was beautiful. And, as always, the company was enchanting.

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Merry Christmas.

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Some photos from Lebanon

In celebration of the fact that Lebanon has been without a president for a whole day and nothing has blown up yet, a small handful of photos of the places we visited.

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Vienna Photos

More photos getting pushed out of the queue.

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Photos from the MotoGP weekend in Brno

Yeah, that was like 2 months ago.

Here are some of the photos.

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Antwerp and Westmalle

We needed to kill a night before heading to Mechelen. So we spent one night in Antwerp. Mainly to head to Wesmalle. So arrived at Antwerp, put our luggage in a locker and headed for the bus station outside.

It is about an hour long bus ride from Antwerp central. So, we hopped the bus and headed to the “Cafe Wesmalle”.

Now, we did not know exactly where it was, but there is a stop listed on bus schedule as “Westmalle.” So we figured we could hoof it to where the monastery was from the bus stop.

Well, the bus stop is in front of here. Right in front of the cafe which is across the street from the monastery. So we went in for a beer and a trappist cheese plate. They have the WestMalle Dubble on tap and the Triple in bottles. We had one of each and they do a half and half: Half dubble half triple. I am not normally a fan of half and half pours, but this was pretty tasty. So we had another.

We asked about getting into the monastery/brewery for a tour and were told we could go ring the bell and ask, but unless we had made arrangements in advance it was HIGHLY unlikely we would get in.

We decided to stroll down there anyway. It was a pleasant little walk but we were denied at the gate. I did get a couple of “spy shots” through the gate when they let in a delivery truck. :-). So we strolled back to the cafe and had another beer.

I noticed that we were, bar far, the youngest people in the cafe. Most of the people in the place were old enough to be our parents. Kind of odd. Perhaps we were there during “blue plate special” hours.

Fully beer logged we hopped on the bus back to town. We caught a quick snooze or two on the bus.

We then headed off to our hotel[which I remember nothing about].

The next day was a quick day. Kaddee had heard about this “gorgeous” pedestrian tunnel under the river that was decorated with all this art deco tile work.We found it. It was a straight, boring white tiled tunnet. The escalator down has some tiles. That was it. Oh well.

Onward to Mechelen.

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Speaking of photography

We attended a photo exhibition put on by the Cairo Image Collective. The exhibit was the “World Press Photo 2007” Awards. The photos were submitted by professional photo journalists from around the world.

Many of the photos were artistically beautiful.

Many were disturbing and painful to look at.

Many were technical marvels. (All hail photoshop!).

There were several photos of war scenes that will take a long time to fade from my memory.

The winning photo was this one:

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(Image: Spencer Platt, USA, Getty Images, World Press Photo of the Year)

It is a photo of Beirut residents driving through a bombed neighborhood of southern Beirut. [ I am not sure I agree with the judges, given the photos I saw. But…]

It can be interpreted many ways, I guess. Perhaps as a bunch of rich kids in their expensive convertible with their D&G sunglasses, manicured fingernails, and expensive mobile phones.

Perhaps as people looking for missing friends, or checking on their homes to see if anything was salvageable.

But it is a photograph of contrasts and the reality on the ground. At least some small part of someone’s reality, anyway.

One of the more intriguing details, to me, of the photo [which is sadly not visible in this shot, but is visible in the large photo on display in the exhibit] is the reflection in the sunglasses of the woman in the white shirt sitting in front.

The reflection shows a man walking away from the car, shoulders slumped and head hung low.