I had a bad night. The food poisoning kicked in and gave me a truly torrid time.
Sleep became a luxury as I found myself crawling back and forth between the bathroom, my stomach being gripped with pain. I had traveled to some fairly interesting countries over the years and I had never been struck down by any form of stomach illness. I was strict in my water safety and I had always been lucky to have what I considered to be an "iron gut" when it came to eating street foods. I found it embarrassing as well as suspicious that it was a cruise ship with supposed high standards (that I had paid a premium to be on) that had laid me so low.
When the sun finally rose, I was already awake. Or rather, I hadn't slept. I took some tablets to stop the pain and walked out onto the deck.
The boat had pulled into the next stop, the ruins at Edfu.
I walked across the gang plank and into the sunlight. I was feeling extremely lightheaded when the swarm of touts descended. In their usual rude and bustling manner, they shoved and screamed for the attention of the few tourists who were also in the area. The tourists all jumped onto the horse drawn carriages and headed off towards the temple ruins.
I was in a foul mood and refused all their offers. I began walking myself, ignoring their pleas. Eventually, after the price had dropped to about a third of what was originally being offered, I relented and climbed aboard. It was a rickety ride that did my terrible constitution no favours.
The procession of carriages eventually made their way through the streets to the ruins at the top of the town. From this point on, I would have to walk.
There was a size and brutality to its walls that felt unforgiving and terrifying. At times, it almost felt a touch futuristic, like a structure from a sci-fi movie (though to be fair, it is difficult to tell whether that is because of the reach of shows such as Stargate, or if the building actually had that effect by itself).
The hieroglyphs were well preserved and detailed.