Bazaar

We left the village at sunset, and motored directly across the Nile to a busy bazaar.

A camel strolled past

. . . while other children gave us dubious looks from their parents' shops.

Tom acquired a scarf . . .

and a ridiculous pair of balloon pants.

Buying a pumice stone and some mint tea gave me the freedom to photograph the spice market.

Although our boat wasn't as gaudily decorated--or loud--as some, it still looked beautiful at night.

We said goodbye to Nora & Kwesi at the St. George.  They had reservations at the Cataract Hotel.