It was almost sunset when I clambered into a small fishing boat to head upriver to a Nubian village outside of Aswan. I hopped aboard and we were off, heading up the Nile. As we wove our way through small rocky islands and admired the landscape, two young boys spotted us. They raced for the shore and jumped into their small canoe. Using only their hands they paddled as fast as they could out to meet us in the river. As we came upon them, they reached out and grabbed the old tires hanging alongside the boat. For the next twenty minutes they clung to the side of our boat singing an Arabic version of El Macarena. It seemed to be a fair trade, a song for a ride.
- My Nile cruise in Aswan, Egypt. Photos by Glenn Belverio (dianepernet.typepad.com)
- The Nile Cruise (lovebyn.com)
- Aswan (juddsontour.wordpress.com)