|On the Temple Tour|
temples. I decided to do this instead via air conditioned van, which I'm normally not a fan of, in part due to my ridiculously sensitive motion sickness. But it turned out to be a great decision, no sickness, I made it to Luxor in half the time in extreme comfort, and was entertained along the way by other tourists.
In addition to our driver, we had one of the driver's buddies along for the entire ride trying to sell everyone hotel rooms in Luxor. Except for the silent, blue-eyed woman in the hijab whom he left completely alone ;) Enter Mick Dundee. I call him this simply because he was a forty- or fifty-something Australian. An obnoxious one.
Then there was Spaghetti Strap girl, a twenty-something, loud Russian in a mini skirt (with spaghetti straps, as you might have guessed) who became extraordinarily huffy and offended when someone at one of the temples asked how much she costs. I refrained from suggesting that she look around at how everyone else in Egypt is dressed, deciding hey, she is Russian, she is probably melting from Aswan's version of late October.
Speaking of which, Luxor redefines hot. My hotel is called the Winter Palace. Winter my ass! The pool is looking ohhhhh, so nice.