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Unfortunately, from the Egypt cruise, I brought home more in addition to too many souvenirs.
Pharaoh’s curse?
What could be worse than attending a wedding on a muggy July Sunday in the lower Po Valley, and with the risk of even getting a bump by bumping into cyclopean mosquitoes? Doing so by spending the day in the bathroom and not being able to eat anything!
It had been more than a month since we had returned from our cruise to Egypt, but the intestinal discomfort I carried would keep me company for the rest of the summer. Maybe it was because it was the first time I had ever gone to risky areas, but I was really sick.
My fiancée, by the way a biologist and therefore somewhat educated on certain issues, had been eating and drinking everything, while I had been ever so careful. Toward the end of the week, I succumbed to yet another dai test, when a gentleman with a pedal-powered kiosk selling liquid liquorice appeared in the hotel.
My curiosity got the best of me, I remember it being very good, but I think it was the trigger for what the guide Gianni called the curse of Tutancaccon, mispronouncing his famous pharaoh’s name; whose desecrated sarcophagus apparently really had unleashed a series of bacteria that led to the death of many . I must also say that the dawn wake-ups and the heat had probably tried me; I remember the inhuman effort both in entering inside the pyramid we visited and in climbing a hill of sand.
Other travel parts somewhat suffered during the Egypt Cruise.
The pyramid we entered was small and obviously bare, the burrow very steep, because of my size I had to do it by walking while sitting down, and I was not at all fit in those non-single years.
The time we went to dinner in the desert camp, I did not enjoy it so much, I was probably already debilitated and in fact was sick from the next day. I gave everything on the climb to the dune that was next door. I remember my feet sinking, and the hot sand getting into my shoes weighing them down. I had to do it twice because my companion had left her glasses at the top. I remember it as the most strenuous feat ever.
Occasionally we would make gestures to each other like those visible in this video for me wonderful Walk like an Egyptian by the Bangles.
Home together travel Organized travel, Tunisia, Egypt and visit Abu Simbel
Previous stop cruise Cruise the Nile, comme si bello riding stu camel
Next stop Tourist village in Egypt, a salty little cut
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