One writer's mixed bag experience of a visit to Aswan: "This was meant to be the review of an exclusive Aswan-to-Luxor Nile cruise -- so exclusive, I was told, there would be no more than eight people on the boat. I pictured myself sunning in true colonial style, a gin-and-tonic in one hand and Agatha Christie's Death on the Nile in the other. In the distance would be a magnificent temple framed by the white-and-green prospect of a Nubian village while right there, below the regally furnished deck, deep blue water would ripple and glitter, ceaselessly.
Alas, what my brief turned out to be was 'Aswan on a shoestring'; this meant, among other things, up to 15 hours on "the sleeping train", as the Railway Authority so aptly identifies it. The thought erroneously evoked Paul Theroux's Iron Rooster : an opportunity to interact with the people and study the land. I took heart."
Alas, what my brief turned out to be was 'Aswan on a shoestring'; this meant, among other things, up to 15 hours on "the sleeping train", as the Railway Authority so aptly identifies it. The thought erroneously evoked Paul Theroux's Iron Rooster : an opportunity to interact with the people and study the land. I took heart."
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