Journal: Monday 23 March 1998
My last day of this 1998 trip was spent saying goodbye to the many friends we had made on the West Bank. A cloudy day with a strong wind – I hoped my flight would not be delayed again as I really did need to get back home this time. Robin and I had spent the morning walking on the Theban Mountain taking a last long look at the strips of colourful fields stretched out below us all the way to the river. We came down into the Valley of Colours, through Deir el-Medina to the main road and along the track to Medinet Habu for a much needed cold drink.
The Rameses Cafe was quiet and empty of tourists so we said our goodbyes to the staff we had got to know well and went back to the hotel. It was about this time that Robin began to feel quite ill. By late evening she was very ill and with an early morning flight looming we decided to go and see the local pharmacist. He immediately suggested she go to the doctor. I went with her and for the sum of LE13 he gave her an injection to stop her being sick. Thankfully the injection took immediate effect and she quickly began to feel much better. Robin went off to bed and I stayed on the hotel roof terrace for a while, watching the lights twinkling across the river and saying my private farewells to Luxor. Later I lay in bed listening to a tape of the Koran being played softly somewhere in the distance and soothing me off to sleep.
By 6.00am we were in a taxi on our way to the airport. Luckily the sky was clear and bright and there were no delays this time. The flight down the Nile Valley was beautiful in the early morning light, the mountains and valleys sharply defined along side the glowing strip of water which was the river. We crossed the Delta with its patchwork of brightly coloured fields separated by strips of water like veins across the landscape and before long we were flying over the Alps and coming down towards Heathrow airport and a grey and murky England.
I was already looking forward to my next visit to Egypt!