I've got some terrible news. I was visiting Deir el-Bahri on the West Bank of Luxor yesterday and my digital camera stopped working. It doesn't turn on anymore. It could have been the desert heat or it could have been this photo I took in front of the god of the underworld (or something creepy like that).
Either way, no photos or video! I'm shipping a new camera to my mom immediately. I have no idea how she's going to get it to me in Greece or India but hopefully FedEx, USPS, DHL, UPS, or a messenger pigeon can find me without a lot of hassle from customs. So enjoy the last photo I took with my Canon Elph SD400.
On the upside, I hung out with a cool Egyptian dude named Hamdi in Luxor. We chatted for three hours. It's very strange how I keep running into locals and striking up long life conversations over chicken meals. It's fantastic stuff. I walk away with a lot to think about and a new perspective on life. Hopefully I'll find time to share some things with you later but right now, I have to wash up. I've been wandering through tombs and crazy streets. I've just hopped off an eleven hour train ride (looking out the window at these different Egyptian towns is completely unreal... sheep herders, mosques, farms... a completely alien world straight out of the movies).
Okay, I really gotta go, they're trying to clean up around me as I type. I'll take the hint.
Labels: Egypt
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