16 January 2026

So we have started sailing down the Nile with it’s changing scenery. Some of the shore line seems to be covered on crops while other sections have small villages and a highway running down parallel to the river.

But last night coming down we had to moor up off shore and the local sales people came out and were shouting up to sell us fabrics and other things to I assume. The constant sales is endless. I do realise they are earning a living but it does get annoying sometimes.

But on the Friday morning we were in Edfu in Aswan Province. One of the included tours was to Temple of Horus, the god of the Owl. It is farthest from the Nile so it wasn’t subject to floods, but it was modified by every conquering hero raging through Egypt.

We were with a different guide this time who explained the legend of the division between two bothers one evil is Seth and Osiros was good and kept getting killed by by Seth. Luckily Seth’s wife was magical and kept getting him resurrected. And when Horus grew us, Osiror’s son, he eventually managed to kill his uncle.

After visiting the Temple we went back to the boat and we set off down river to Kom-om to see the the crocodile god. This was going to be evening but we missed this as I tripped in the lounge and spent the late after noon with a very large ice pack in our room until dinner to reduce the bruising on my leg. Judith did stay with me.