Next morning our platoon of handlers assembled to get Liz and Dick on their plane to Aswan. Bags were checked, tickets were obtained, security was navigated. We stood around being useless as usual.
Shots from the cabin window highlight the aridness of the desert with a glimpse of the Red Sea and the stark contrast of the green ribbon of verdant Nile Valley
In Aswan we were met by a new contingent of handlers and performed our security/baggage/van ballet. En route to the hotel we stopped to view one of the temples relocated when the Aswan High Dam created Lake Nasser. We knew Abu Simbel had been moved but were unaware that 17 other temples and monuments had been relocated (explaining how it is that the Metropolitan Museum in NYC secured the Temple of Dendur - something we have long wondered about). Below - Philae - one of the most beautiful temples on our trip, taken from the top of the old dam
Liz had booked us into the Old Cataract Hotel. You turn a corner expecting to confront Hercule Poirot. In fact, Agatha Christie wrote Death on the Nile in the hotel. It is a time capsule; one shortly to be closed for renovations. Glad we saw it in its original state. Note the shots of security at the gate (a constant presence in Egypt) and the Terrace Bar overlooking the Nile
Our accommodations were classic - a Victorian elevator, aging furniture, a bed as hard as granite and a view to die for (night and day). The feluccas (Nile Sail boats) are geometrically charming and the many monuments on the far shore (actually an island) are illuminated at night. On the river view shot our room is on the left, second floor, with the pillars
And tomorrow - our flight to Abu Simbel......and then we board the Oberoi Philae for our 4 night cruise