June 19th, the Royal Princess arrived in Port Said, Egypt, at the northern terminus of the Suez Canal, and tied up at the the dock.
We were still recovering from a very-long previous day, when we took a three-and-a-half hour drive from Alexandria to Egypt, a visit to the Egypt Museum to view the real King Tut artifacts and other old things, the mosque President Obama visited, and, of course, the Pyramids and Sphinx.
We'd gone ashore through a gauntlet of mosquitoes (what we call the VERY persistent Egyptians intent on selling you their wares). These folks were every bit the equal of their brethren at the pyramids, but I resisted their efforts today.
Yesterday, it had been camels, horse rides, and carriage rides. Today, they were joined by taxi and carriage drivers. Have you ever been closely followed by a horse?
We walked a few blocks into town, then decided to return to the Royal Princess. I'd had enough of the mosquitoes.
Next, the Fire. --RoadDog
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