After our convoy back from Abu Simbel, we freshened up, packed our bags and jumped onboard our new home for the next few nights, a felucca. Basically, a traditional wooden sail boat with one big mattress for all of us to sleep on. A swingers delight, so to speak. But, it was still early days, so instead we found our own personal space and chilled out as the crew got ready to sail. Time to get technical.
The spinnaker was raised and we tacked left and then tacked right as we sailed downriver toward Luxor. It was about our third tack starboard (we have no clue what we are talking about) when there was a loud snap and we saw the white splinters fall into the water behind us. Nothing was said and the skipper tried to keep a straight face, but as we ran into the bank of the longest river on Earth we all realised, our sail boat was a sail boat no more. Thankfully, we had a support boat equipped with not only a toilet on board but also a motor and a tow rope.
We made good ground that day after the top half of the main mast was loaded on to the support vessel and we “sailed” in a direct line to our stop for the night. We were just getting ready for a well earned beer but our desires were shattered, due to Ramadan. There was a thinker on board, so a bottle of vodka and some wine was opened before a drinking game of the aptly named Pyramids. If there were any barriers up within the group, they were definitely lowered around the same time as one of the group members pants were also dropped. He will remain nameless – Just because we do not want to mentIon any naMes.
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