Journal: Monday 9 November 1998
Once again it was time to leave Egypt, this time on an early morning flight out of Luxor. Kit and I had spent yesterday afternoon visiting many of our Egyptian friends to say a last goodbye – or rather au revoir, until next time. Nubi had presented Kit with a beautiful waistcoat made from heavy striped galabeya material which he had sown himself and Kit was really touched by this. After his couple of days’ tummy upset he now felt ready for the rest of his holiday and was as sad to be leaving as I was. We had been here three weeks. My friend Robin was staying here for a few months in an apartment she was renting. Sam had another week before going back to England. It wasn’t fair! Full of plans to return, Kit couldn’t stop talking about how much he loved Egypt, how he would like to build a Hassan Fathy style house with a cooling dome on the roof and become a felucca captain, spending his days sailing the Nile on a boat he would design and build himself. Oh and he wanted to study Egyptology too. My son the dreamer!
Reality hit at 6.00am when Abdul arrived at the el-Gezira in his taxi to collect us for the journey to the airport. As we drove towards the bridge the sun was rising low over Luxor and the mist hung in shrouds over the canal casting a sparkle of freshness over everything. I wanted to just carry on driving – not to the airport, but into the rest of Egypt. I had seen many new places on this trip but it only whetted my appetite for more. All too soon we were struggling into the airport with our bags and I was trying to smile as I heaved my overweight suitcase onto the scales. Luckily nothing was said, although the attendant groaned and clutched at his back as he removed my bag. The Egyptair flight was full and there had been some mix-up with seating so, as we were almost last to check in, Kit and I were given seats on the upper deck of the Boeing 747 (the posh seats). The very comfortable flight home was some consolation for having to leave. Once I saw the bright blue coast of the Delta fall behind me I just wanted to get the journey over with, but it was almost midnight by the time we got home to Cornwall.