We didn’t expect to be so jolted our first night in Egypt.
But, our adventure from the southern-most point of the African continent had almost ended. Sudan was the last country we had been in. And, we could count the tourists we had seen there on one hand.
Aswan was of a whole different character. Aswan had tourists— real, honest to God, tourists. Whole families, wearing faux-traditional Egyptian outfits, “negotiating” with touts, and getting lost while crossing the street from a boat tour to the Hilton.
Welcome back to civilization.
It’s was difficult to come to terms with juxtapositions. Everywhere, the streets were clean. Everywhere, money was wasted. Everywhere, business was booming. Everywhere, the homeless were healthy.
We walked up and down the open-air mall. It was relaxing, listening to people get ripped off in English.
