The journey to get here had been eventful thus far, but I’ll detail they later.

When I finally got on the plane to come here I was already running two days late. The first flight was nearly 15 hours and was delayed thirty minutes again due to a very large summer storm, this had consequences. When we arrived in Doha and got into the terminal I was met by a large gentleman holding a sign saying Cairo. He escorted myself and two others at a great pace through this huge airport to the gate where the connecting flight to Aswan was waiting. He was on the phone giving someone updates all the way to the gate and so it was a surprise that when we arrived they told us that the gate was closed…. Tough shit. This of course meant that my connection in Cairo to Aswan would not be possible.

Rumblings of going postal were imminent. Mr laid back on the transit counter did not seem to phased or concerned about our dilemma or his safety and so it was once again up to myself to get back on track. Qatar Airways have not been very good so far and this was just another thing to add to the list.

I managed to get my flight changed at my own expense, however it would arrive two hours later than before. Something or someone does not want me in Egypt.

By the time I arrived in Aswan my eyes were hinging oot ma heid. My driver was waiting for me and so that was a relief. He got me to the ferry to the island and that was great too.

It only cost a dollar to use the ferry and after a few minutes we had reached the island. I did the courteous thing and let a few others off because my suitcase was rather large and plus I was knackered. Mind you one guy insisted I went first and so I did and the next thing you know I’m falling through the air with the greatest of ease and I thump to the ground like a sack of potatoes, but I didn’t end up in the Nile. My left foot got lazy and caught the dockside and as my right foot was already airborne then the only place left to go was down. Quite impressive I’d say.

I am really surprised that I didn’t break anything, especially me. The fingers on my left hand smashed the ground but there is no mark on them but they are a bit painful although nothing is broken. My bum bag with passports and money was hanging around my neck and so it had managed to take the impact as my chest hit the deck. The best thing of all I had an audience of many and not one person offered me any help, I’m sure they must laughed and off course this is something I would have done too. Karma for sure. schadenfreude look it up

Thankfully the young guy from the guest house appeared and took my big case and was very concerned but I assured him I was OK. I think that because I was so tired I fell like a rag doll.

This morning my fingers on my left hand are complaining slightly and I’m sure they will be fine in a few days. There was no claret spilt which I find rather amazing really.

So after a good night’s sleep and breakfast I went for a wander around my island home. The first place I wanted to see was the Nilometer, a measuring gauge built many moons ago by the clever Egyptians.