This morning we were awoken by Muslim prayer calls blasting into our room. We expected them because we heard them last night. It's right before a big festival, so they've been going on longer than usual.
We're cruising now -- and we're into a mountainous area, with the desert very close to the river on the east bank. There are lots of ancient villages on the west bank - really like time has stood still. There are fishermen, women washing rugs and dishes in the river, and kids helping or player soccer on the banks of the Nile. The kids all wave and shout "HELLO!" or say, "What's your name?" Also, we see lots of people on mules.
Our boat has room for 12 guests, but there are only four others besides us: "Granny," who is about 80, her daughter, and the grandchildren (two boys, ages 12 and 14). As I write this, the boys are having a water bottle jousting match behind me on the upper deck.
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