Aswan-Paseando en calesa por sus calles
near Aswan, Aswan (Egypt)
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Aswan...Day 4
We recover on board the cruise without haste, but without pause,
Nile Cruise from Luxor to Aswan
still commenting on the ins and outs of the previous visit,
Visit to the Abu Simbel Temple
waiting for the appointment time to take the optional excursion, which consists of a carriage ride, at the price of twenty euros. Somewhat larger, because there are only two in each carriage, we confidently relax while the procession sets off. We are soon startled, swallowed up by the traffic, watching in astonishment as vans, cars and motorcycles bypass us, to the sound of shrill horns. Faced with something that we cannot control, we conspire to believe that there is no reason for a tragedy to happen to us today, and we abandon ourselves to general expertise in chaotic situations. Born in Aswan, although he lives in Cairo, Ángel invites us to enter the Orthodox Cathedral of the Archangel Michael. Beautiful and imposing, both its exterior and its interior are equally awe-inspiring and uplifting. He briefly explains that he has several altars, because in the Orthodox faith, a few hours must pass before officiating mass on them again. Also that when it is Resurrection Sunday for us, they celebrate Palm Sunday. He now leaves us in the hands of what seems to be the official guide, saying "I ask you to listen to his nice words, because his explanations are very special and entertaining." I assure you that I did not detect any sarcasm in his statement, although when the willful lady began her learned litany in which she mixed words in Spanish, Italian and English, Mr. Malak had left the forum. He returned to the scene with the gift of some bottles of water, asking that we not give a tip, but that we buy some trinket as a thank you in the souvenir shop, which the lady ran. Trotting again, now literally, they begin what we believe to be a competition among themselves, to gallop ahead, indifferent to everything that surrounds them. It turns out that it was not a challenge, but rather the impulse to overcome a steep climb, which our horse was not willing to climb, stopping in the middle. By pushing, hitting, bracing and, I think, insults about its lineage, the stubborn mule, not a horse, reached the top of the slope, to go down the other side, like a soul that the devil chases until it reunites with its like-minded people. We now stop in the commercial district, in front of the promised essence store, where treated like princes, they serve us drinks and explanations about their precious products. The extensive catalog contains solutions for all cases and problems, with attractive offers if we buy a lot. We let ourselves be convinced, acquiring four 125 ml bottles, paying only three, for 150 euros. Such is the intoxicating effect and the spell produced by the combination of light and effluvium. It is already dark, we are pressed for time and we start a mad race back. Having forgotten the previous incident, surely plunged into a hypnotic trance, we wake up with a start when, reaching the slope, the mule stops dead. Perhaps tired or because the unevenness is more pronounced on this side, neither threats, blows or pushes have any effect. They go on to hit him with a hard and huge rock on the neck, jerks, and braces, they are used in vain. Faced with our offer to go down to lighten the weight, they insistently deny, and thinking that it would be an offense, we gave up. At one point the vehicle rolls a few meters down the slope, and despite his opposition, we went down immediately. A friend comes to the rescue with a small donkey, which, tied to the mule and stretching the other three, manages to get the animal out of its castling position of not walking. Long anguishing minutes have passed, after calling, Ángel comes to meet us in another carriage, worried and anguished because the boy did not give him any explanations, and because of the lateness of the hour. Before getting off the driver tells us insistently "gift horse, gift horse". Innocent that I am, I reply that there is no problem and that it is not necessary for him to return the price of the trip. At his insistence, Ángel explains to me, with a certain air of condescension, that he is asking me for a tip. Despite the experience, I hand it over to him and thank him for his attention as he descended with a timid shukran. In a hurry, nervous, why deny it, somewhat scared, we boarded the cruise ship with the same angry face that the falcon had posted at the door of the Luxor Temple.
Nile Cruise from Luxor to Aswan
Barely a few bites of dinner and with no time for anything else, we disembarked again to go to Philae.
Sound and light show in Philae
We recover on board the cruise without haste, but without pause,
Nile Cruise from Luxor to Aswan
still commenting on the ins and outs of the previous visit,
Visit to the Abu Simbel Temple
waiting for the appointment time to take the optional excursion, which consists of a carriage ride, at the price of twenty euros. Somewhat larger, because there are only two in each carriage, we confidently relax while the procession sets off. We are soon startled, swallowed up by the traffic, watching in astonishment as vans, cars and motorcycles bypass us, to the sound of shrill horns. Faced with something that we cannot control, we conspire to believe that there is no reason for a tragedy to happen to us today, and we abandon ourselves to general expertise in chaotic situations. Born in Aswan, although he lives in Cairo, Ángel invites us to enter the Orthodox Cathedral of the Archangel Michael. Beautiful and imposing, both its exterior and its interior are equally awe-inspiring and uplifting. He briefly explains that he has several altars, because in the Orthodox faith, a few hours must pass before officiating mass on them again. Also that when it is Resurrection Sunday for us, they celebrate Palm Sunday. He now leaves us in the hands of what seems to be the official guide, saying "I ask you to listen to his nice words, because his explanations are very special and entertaining." I assure you that I did not detect any sarcasm in his statement, although when the willful lady began her learned litany in which she mixed words in Spanish, Italian and English, Mr. Malak had left the forum. He returned to the scene with the gift of some bottles of water, asking that we not give a tip, but that we buy some trinket as a thank you in the souvenir shop, which the lady ran. Trotting again, now literally, they begin what we believe to be a competition among themselves, to gallop ahead, indifferent to everything that surrounds them. It turns out that it was not a challenge, but rather the impulse to overcome a steep climb, which our horse was not willing to climb, stopping in the middle. By pushing, hitting, bracing and, I think, insults about its lineage, the stubborn mule, not a horse, reached the top of the slope, to go down the other side, like a soul that the devil chases until it reunites with its like-minded people. We now stop in the commercial district, in front of the promised essence store, where treated like princes, they serve us drinks and explanations about their precious products. The extensive catalog contains solutions for all cases and problems, with attractive offers if we buy a lot. We let ourselves be convinced, acquiring four 125 ml bottles, paying only three, for 150 euros. Such is the intoxicating effect and the spell produced by the combination of light and effluvium. It is already dark, we are pressed for time and we start a mad race back. Having forgotten the previous incident, surely plunged into a hypnotic trance, we wake up with a start when, reaching the slope, the mule stops dead. Perhaps tired or because the unevenness is more pronounced on this side, neither threats, blows or pushes have any effect. They go on to hit him with a hard and huge rock on the neck, jerks, and braces, they are used in vain. Faced with our offer to go down to lighten the weight, they insistently deny, and thinking that it would be an offense, we gave up. At one point the vehicle rolls a few meters down the slope, and despite his opposition, we went down immediately. A friend comes to the rescue with a small donkey, which, tied to the mule and stretching the other three, manages to get the animal out of its castling position of not walking. Long anguishing minutes have passed, after calling, Ángel comes to meet us in another carriage, worried and anguished because the boy did not give him any explanations, and because of the lateness of the hour. Before getting off the driver tells us insistently "gift horse, gift horse". Innocent that I am, I reply that there is no problem and that it is not necessary for him to return the price of the trip. At his insistence, Ángel explains to me, with a certain air of condescension, that he is asking me for a tip. Despite the experience, I hand it over to him and thank him for his attention as he descended with a timid shukran. In a hurry, nervous, why deny it, somewhat scared, we boarded the cruise ship with the same angry face that the falcon had posted at the door of the Luxor Temple.
Nile Cruise from Luxor to Aswan
Barely a few bites of dinner and with no time for anything else, we disembarked again to go to Philae.
Sound and light show in Philae
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