day 4 in the land where honking the car horn can mean several things
freshmeat: gross. he was just standing there molesting his man boobs. AND there was hair coming right out of his nipple like an octopussior! bah!
ahhh...overnight on the boat. the germans were whooping it up at the "after dinner party." we decided to skip it after briefly checking in on it.
that morning we set off to the Temple of Horus at Edfu (one of the best preserved temples in egypt). we had a slight hiccup with being told one thing (by the Aswan rep) and another thing happening (with the Edfu tour guide). anyways, we have another amazing race moment as we are taken to the site via horse-drawn carriage...as is EVERYONE else on EVERY ship that is docked there.
eventually we make it there.
i will say that it is awesome. but it's also 7 am and i'm getting a little tired of all this rushing around to see yet another temple. but regardless it was awesome to see in person. rather beautiful in the morning light.
and we are back to the ship by 8:30 am (they really do rush you through some of these sites)...and sailing down the nile by 9.
we were supposed to have made a stop in Kom Ombo but the ship's captain was concerned that they wouldn't make it to the Esna lock in time. so our thought was "shouldn't the tour company put us on a different boat??" as you can see we were getting more and more frustrated with the tour company. but we decided to make the best of it and drink all our beer.
freshmeat had attracted the attention of a certain moroccan man our first night on the boat. we were sitting outside watching the world float by, when we comes up to us and starts speaking in french. i haltingly tell him (in french) that we don't understand french. he proceeds to continue talking to us in french. eventually he sees that we really don't understand and switches to english. he tells us that he thought we (really he was just talking to freshmeat by this point) were moroccan as "some moroccan women have blonde hair and are pale." hmmm...
eventually we get away from him (but not after watching him molest his man boobs (he was shirtless). later on, freshmeat looks over and then quickly looks back at me and informs me that he was filming her. he then comes over and tells her that he was filming her.
we quickly fled back to our cabin to hide until dinner.
ahhh...overnight on the boat. the germans were whooping it up at the "after dinner party." we decided to skip it after briefly checking in on it.
that morning we set off to the Temple of Horus at Edfu (one of the best preserved temples in egypt). we had a slight hiccup with being told one thing (by the Aswan rep) and another thing happening (with the Edfu tour guide). anyways, we have another amazing race moment as we are taken to the site via horse-drawn carriage...as is EVERYONE else on EVERY ship that is docked there.
eventually we make it there.
i will say that it is awesome. but it's also 7 am and i'm getting a little tired of all this rushing around to see yet another temple. but regardless it was awesome to see in person. rather beautiful in the morning light.
and we are back to the ship by 8:30 am (they really do rush you through some of these sites)...and sailing down the nile by 9.
we were supposed to have made a stop in Kom Ombo but the ship's captain was concerned that they wouldn't make it to the Esna lock in time. so our thought was "shouldn't the tour company put us on a different boat??" as you can see we were getting more and more frustrated with the tour company. but we decided to make the best of it and drink all our beer.
freshmeat had attracted the attention of a certain moroccan man our first night on the boat. we were sitting outside watching the world float by, when we comes up to us and starts speaking in french. i haltingly tell him (in french) that we don't understand french. he proceeds to continue talking to us in french. eventually he sees that we really don't understand and switches to english. he tells us that he thought we (really he was just talking to freshmeat by this point) were moroccan as "some moroccan women have blonde hair and are pale." hmmm...
eventually we get away from him (but not after watching him molest his man boobs (he was shirtless). later on, freshmeat looks over and then quickly looks back at me and informs me that he was filming her. he then comes over and tells her that he was filming her.
we quickly fled back to our cabin to hide until dinner.
posted by vixen @ 5:37 PM
2 Comments:
At November 29, 2007 5:17 AM,
Unknown said…
I am glad you made use of the beer, as I would have done the same thing. That man is beyond words. It just goes to show, there are freaks everywhere you go - there is no escaping the weirdos.
At December 05, 2007 7:39 PM,
vixen said…
sigh.
yes, one cannot escape the weirdos.
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