Journal: Sunday 17 January 2010
I woke up late on Sunday morning feeling like I had a head full of lead. Every movement was an effort. Sam pottered about the villa for the morning and didn’t feel any urgency to go anywhere either. She tried several times to telephone to the SCA in Cairo about our antiquity permissions from Dr Hawass, but could get no reply. I spent the morning on the roof terrace, trying to take a photograph of a beautiful but elusive tiny bright green Bee-eater. Eventually, just as I was about to give up I managed to capture him (or her) on my camera.
On a good note, Rachad, the villa’s owner finally managed to get us an internet connection using a different service provider. I was just about to connect my laptop when there was a huge crash of thunder. Sam and I rushed up to the roof and saw that the sky was alive with streaks of lightening and distant rumblings of thunder. The children in the street below us were letting out gleeful whoops of joy when big drops of rain started falling. Within seconds everything was soaked. Apparently this was the first rain Luxor had seen for three years and it seemed to be delighting everyone. I just hoped the storm would clear the oppressive heat and humidity. The rain didn’t last for more than an hour or so – not quite the kind of steady horizontal rain we get in Cornwall sometimes day in, day out, for weeks at a time. But the thunderstorm rumbled on for most of the night.