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When passing the rock graves of El Kab, almost everybody on board was asleep, except a few annoying flies, which have made it their business to rob my last nerve. In other words: without these little beasts, Annette and I would have missed the antique stone pits, too. |
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Well, except some stonemason graves decorated with pillars there is not much to see. But as we passed them anyway and only had to stand at the railing to see them, it would have been a pity to miss them. So why just hope for a second chance on our way back? Besides, half of the afternoon is over, which means on the SHIP Solaris: we’re slowly making it towards Tea Time (-: |
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