Oh she sailed away, on a sunny summer day, on the back of a crocodile. “You see,” said she, “He’s as tame as he can be, I’ll ride him down the Nile…”
Ten points to the first person who can name that song. (I’m looking at YOU, Kelley.)
So here’s your Nile river:
Uninteresting except for the fact that, 1) it’s the Nile, and if you are a dork, 2) that’s papyrus! Paper growing in the water! Rad!
Cheesy Egyptians acting out the Moses in the Reeds story.
Let’s stop for some coffee, to wake up the jet-lagged among us.
And how about some more Egyptian cheesiness:
Try the dinner cruise, because that could be awkward:
Spinning man in a skirt?
Let’s get away from all that weirdness and check out Cairo by night. Oh, but not until after you accidentally take the belly dancer’s stall in the bathroom and have a really awkward conversation apologizing about it afterward.
Escape to the roof!
Watch as the sun goes down, spreading rays over the monotone apartment buildings lining the river bank.
And then watch as the city lights up, rivaling any Las Vegas strip.