I have been here in Luxor for two nights now.  I kept almost exclusively to my room and terrace.  Did I mention my bed!

This is not difficult to do.

Five or ten minutes after I awake and open my door, Amin is here asking if I want my breakfast.  He brings it to my terrace.

I have exactly what I like.  Mohammed got me a jar of local honey and some non commercial yogurt.  I brought my  own coffee, filters, and the Melitta pour  come.  I also brought good. Cinnamon.

So, breakfast consists of freshly brewed coffee, not those terrible packets of instant Nescafé that seem to be the norm here.  Some bread with honey and cinnamon, a small piece of soft cheese, and then a small  omelette.  I finish off with yogurt, a dab of honey, and a sliced banana (hours from the plant).  I save my glass of freshly squeed juice to have an hour later.  The juice de jour has been guava this time.

After all that hard work, what is a gal to do?  I  make a second cup of coffee, have a cigarette, and enjoy my tiny terrace a mere two feet from a garden where I take in the aroma of the many plants.  I watch the colourful bird all around.

Bliss