A very short trip down a very long river...

A couple nights ago, Milli and I became tourists and went on a Nile cruise. Not on one of those five-star Titanics with belly dancing and lobster. This was on a 15-foot sail boat (fellucca), captained by a barefoot, 65-year-old man.



It was amazing. Except for the part when a police boat roared past and splashed the camera, it was peaceful and calm. Very luxurious. A call to prayer rang out midway through the voyage, with mosques all around us combining to form an interesting cacophony. All those voices bouncing off the water made it surprisingly loud.

This was a birthday present from my parents, who had also financed a "picnic" -- which we took to mean all the junk food we normally can't afford to buy! They even threw in the sunset top it off.



Ahh...