We were on a Nile hotel boat, and I walked out onto the top deck, and she was standing there, and the sun was doing that with her hat, and the cold white beads, and the flawless skin, and I just shot. I don’t know who she was; not part of our group. I think she might have escaped from an Agatha Christie novel.
The hotel boats are a staple of the tourism industry in Egypt, and with the Nile being the lifeblood of the country, taking some time to see it from on the water is interesting. River traffic is steady–commercial, tourism, transit, personal. The shore changes regularly from overgrown to agricultural to town. The ubiquitous desert looms, patiently, just beyond the narrow green band of the shoreline.
To see the “On The Nile” gallery, go to https://www.billdurrence.com/index/G0000XVweUYXDBCM