|♥ H.B. David ♥The crew of the Princess Donia really took a liking to me|
The Princess Donia was a real budget-buster, but we splurged to celebrate my 30th birthday. And because we regularly trotted this out when negotiating the price of the trip everyone – the front office, the back office, the crew, the chef, the captain, and probably most of the fisherman cruising the Nile – was well aware that I was celebrating my birthday with them. This also pleased Jesse, who relished asking the staff how old I was (thirty) and then pointing out that she was my younger wife, in her mere twenties.
|Gelabiya? Strawberry shortcake? Celebrating with new friends on the banks of Nile?|
Exactly how I always imagined my 30th birthday.
|I am dancing with our friend Madu, the creator of the towel-animals, and one of the happiest men we have ever met|
Like any proud Egyptian I finished the night off smoking a large hookah.
|I love a sheesha!|
Ed looks a little jealous doesn't he?
To show just how much I loved the present from the crew I wore it sightseeing the next day. No one, and I mean no one, believed that I was American. Not my (near) perfect English, my complete lack of Arabic, or the five other Americans I traveled with could convince the passerbys, policemen, or shop-keepers who insisted I was Egyptian. Well, its good to blend...
|Reservoir Egyptian Tourists. And Dave.|
|Looking swarthy as ever|
|Touring like a native|