One of the most beautiful memories of Egypt was relaxing on the deck of the boat in the late afternoon, watching the banks drift past. It had such a timeless feel; the people dressed in robes; camels and donkeys drinking at the water's edge; men washing their horses in the river and women beating carpets along the banks and all the while the call to prayer echoing back and forth across the water. It was like looking into history.
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