Felucca!!

Hi. Firstly, the travel agent doesn't know about this blog so he can't read the posts and know that we still curse his name. In fact, when we hear the Muslim call to prayer five times at day, Dave and I face Melbourne and curse our travel agent for a solid five mins. We curse the loudest at about 5.30am when the call to prayer is less welcome than the other calls due to being asleep.
Crispy, a bazaar is an outdoor market. I prescribe The Tea Party's "The Edges of Twilight" album to give you an education on such things. Harv, you too. Can't believe...

Right now I'm in Luxor. We've just spent the last 3 nights, 4 days sailing on the Nile on a Felucca which is a traditional Egyptian sailing boat. Great stuff. I'm a big fan of doing nothing and this provides just such an opportunity. We would maybe make a stop or two during the day for toilet breaks or to see the remains of an ancient temple then it's back on the felucca for hours more sailing. It's basically a very simple boat. One sail and a deck that has a canopy over it to keep the sun out. There were 7 of us on our boat plus the two sailors. You just read your book, listen to music, play card games and work on the tan (yes, it's starting to happen!). At night we pull over to shore and they cook us a simple but very tasty meal and then maybe after a bloody huge bonfire it's time for bed. Then repeat the next day. I could have just kept going I reckon. I was working on a plan to talk the sailors into letting me become one of their crew but I think that it would cost me a lot in sunscreen so I decided I'd get off the boat like everyone else and check into the hotel for a shower and brush of the teeth. We've been washing in the Nile since we boarded the boats and we're all feeling a little shabby. The worst bit is using the toilet. You take the shovel and your stash of toilet paper and find a nice bit of ground that is shielded from prying eyes. Then you squat. It's gross and wrong and even grosser and wronger when you are recovering from a stomach bug. The horror, the horror.
Adamanator, so far the harmonica is still mine. Vulture. Dave hasn't got me killed by an angry mob yet. But it could happen at any moment I suppose.
This arvo we go see the Temple of Karnak. Not sure who Karnak was. Some sort of god or ruler I guess. Probably played for Collingwood in the forward line back in the old days I guess. Oh, well done to Port. Good to see dirty Brisbane get a taste of their own medicine. We were eating breakfast yesterday getting quarter by quarter updates from one of the guys whose buddies were SMS'ing him the scores.
Tomorrow it's a 5am wake-up call for our donkey ride. Donkeys are everywhere here and I think that's because they are so cute with their big floppy ears. Naturally my donkey will be known as Eeyore and be very dumb.
It looks like our travel agent has been dealt with by a source in Melbourne so we expect our travel plans to be sorted out in the next day or two. The cursing however, will not stop. :)