I sent this post to my Aunt Shirley, who replied: "WOW, that was spectacular. I enjoyed every bit of it, the pictures and especially her writings. 100% [circling hearts emoji] [100 emoji]" I agree!
I would argue you had an even better experience than a person who would have paid for a solitary, exclusive ride, because of the serendipitous break fate gave you.
It sounds and looks perfectly magical. It's so good to hear that the river is pristine. Friends of mine described their cruise as strewn with litter. Perhaps they were only on the outskirts of the city. Great read, as always.
“I hoard the memory of those days jealously. I hold them in my heart like a child with a piece of candy hidden in her pocket, ready to take it out and taste it when life gets ugly.” After reading this beautiful essay, I can well understand that feeling. Thank you for sharing your experience, Sam!
What struck me at the end of this post was how since that moment you tried to recreate the perfect night you and Nick had in that little music venue, you've settled and grown. . . you devour each single moment and appreciate its uniqueness and it's "never to be replicatedness." So lovely - the whole essay and the whole experience.
Cruising Upper Egypt, or the Luxury of Simplicity
This trip!
I sent this post to my Aunt Shirley, who replied: "WOW, that was spectacular. I enjoyed every bit of it, the pictures and especially her writings. 100% [circling hearts emoji] [100 emoji]" I agree!
Incredible travel writing, thank you for sharing.
I would argue you had an even better experience than a person who would have paid for a solitary, exclusive ride, because of the serendipitous break fate gave you.
Wow, what a beautiful account of what was clearly an incredible trip - you transported me straight to the Nile, Sam!
It sounds and looks perfectly magical. It's so good to hear that the river is pristine. Friends of mine described their cruise as strewn with litter. Perhaps they were only on the outskirts of the city. Great read, as always.
Very kind of you to shout out Mzungu, thank you!
“I hoard the memory of those days jealously. I hold them in my heart like a child with a piece of candy hidden in her pocket, ready to take it out and taste it when life gets ugly.” After reading this beautiful essay, I can well understand that feeling. Thank you for sharing your experience, Sam!
What struck me at the end of this post was how since that moment you tried to recreate the perfect night you and Nick had in that little music venue, you've settled and grown. . . you devour each single moment and appreciate its uniqueness and it's "never to be replicatedness." So lovely - the whole essay and the whole experience.