Cairo to Aswan

First night in an oasis, Bahariya by name. Also first in the tent, cold and wet in the desert. We had local entertainment, I have never seen a man able to move his bum up and down like he could. Another man, up on his toes, moving his hips and lowering down, almost to the floor and up-twice. Tabla music about how they loved the village and oasis, life is good there. slow and easy. From some of my companions many 'shoulds' regarding garbage and the like. Humm, like it was in our 'olden' days, I figure. Today came thru the Black Desert and now are comped in the White Desert. Covered with mushroom shaped wind sculpted Mother Nature art works. The desert is not all sand. Sky is now peach at sunset. Day 7, on the road agaon. 500 k's today is the goal. half way to Luxor. One of the groups mother called her honey, I thought, it brought me to tears so powerful it was like the day my mother died. One never knows what can affect a person. I made a photo of a camel foot print in the desert, very cool.
Now, I have seen Hatshepstut's temple. I never thought I would see that and yesterday Abu Simbel. My life is so fantastic.
Today we went on a long feluca ride on the nile, to a Nubian village. The food was over the top delicious. And, I know if I went into the kitchen, it would be so very basic.
The normal way to drive is without headlights. Even the boats. Honking is another language, it was explained to me, but, too confusing. Can use the horn for so much.
We lost one of the survivors of this game of overlanding, he voted himself off. Some days it feels like the TV program.
Tomorrow, The Sudan. Whoo hooo. We will make it thru before they go on their new program of separation, or not.