Asswan

5.30 am, long shadows, sunrise heat. Tired, shivering, sandals on bare feet. To walk around a mountain along with quiet others, drinking water and trying to wake up after a night on a bus, is a half-hearted experience. The desert heat lurking, but the orange yellow light is fabulous. A few more yards, to see what is beyond the ridge, the sun already pointing towards it- we turn - the sky above a light blue huge bowl, before us- Abu Simbel.

Quiet.