All I wanted to do was go back to sleep. At that time of day, not even my excitement could keep me awake. I quickly ate the contents of the breakfast basket we'd received and then crashed during the 3 hour ride.
When you enter many tourist destinations here, you're usually walking through open air souvenir stands and shops before entering or after exiting. This one was no exception. They instantly begun to call out to us to buy their wares. Not sure if I've mentioned in a previous post or not that they usually call us "my sister" or "my cousin", which one shop owner so helpfully pointed out was because our skin tones are similar to theirs (I had already figured this out). Once they find out we're American they start chanting "Obama's people" and smile broadly at us. Any of the nicknames I find enduring and make me smile. It's very nice to be greeted so warmly in a country that is not your own. Unfortunately, for them, I've bought too many things already so I speed walk past everyone tossing "No, thank you." as I go.
Again, like everything in Egypt, Abu Simbel was created on this magnificently grand scale and is monstrous. I'm awestruck by the craftsmanship, of men probably only armed with chisels and hammers. The detail Ramesses II (forgive me, I've previously misspelled his name in other posts) figure cut into the side of the rock is pretty awesome, and how time consuming it must have been. We were only able to take pictures of the outside of the temple, so no photos of the inside I'm sad to say.
The island is gorgeous.
We finally made it to the village and was invited into one of the families homes. I believe the guide told us they hang animals above the door to keep out bad spirits. Forgive me if that's a bit wrong. My brain was only thinking about missing my flight. The family was very nice and served us some hibiscus juice, which I'd never had before. It was really good. Then we learned they had crocodiles in a pit. So they took one out and let us take turns holding him. He was heavy, but his skin was smooth and soft underneath. I was nervous he would whip his head around and try and find something to latch onto, me. With everyone eyeing the clock we finally said our thank you's and made our goodbyes and speed walked to the car. The driver should be at the Daytona 500, because he drove like we were in a high speed chase. I loved it and I appreciated it because we made our flight.