A February 1990 trip
to Luxor by the Xplorer
Quote: Luxor is so different from Cairo because it's not a very big city but it packs one of the biggest punches in all of the Middle East.
Restaurant | "Vegetarian Eats"
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Temple of Luxor/Karnak
Touring by bike enabled us to see parts of the city and countryside that otherwise would never have been seen. We drove through the country and had little kids running, following us for long distances, fascinated that a tourist had rode past their home. Homes that consisted of mud and cardboard. Kids, that even though they had no material possessions seemed to be some of the happiest, most content children I'd seen. We explored parts of the country that was frequented by cattle and cart, instead of cars or trucks. The bicycle gave us the kind of freedom that is usually not seen in a place such as Luxor where the local conditions are pretty rough and not one of the typical stops on the organized tours. The people are extremely friendly and anxious to assist.
Touring by Bike
Valley of the Dead
We told him we wanted to cross the river. He told us he could help us and he led us down river a few yards to a spot where he could scream out to another man on a little boat out on the Nile. The man came to shore and they talked for a moment. We negotiated a price to cross, mounted our bikes into the little boat and waited to see what was next. We barely fit on this boat and as I sat on the edge, I noticed that the edge of the water was about 6" below the edge of the boat. The owner of the boat was a man that had to be at least 90 years old. Even though the boat had a tall sail, there was no wind whatsoever that day. The old man pulled out a long pole and started pushing us across the Nile.
It took almost an hour to cross and we thought the old man was going to pass out on us, but he proved to be a hardy old man. We thanked him, paid him the set price and unloaded our bikes at the bottom of a muddy bank that was at least 10 feet tall. We struggled to the top, dragging our bikes to a nearby road. Later on we discovered that about a mile further down the road there was a ferry that could cross us for half the price and only took 5 minutes to cross! The experience was well worth it.