Happy but shattered
One thing you can be sure of is that you can never be sure where you will have lunch!
One thing you can be sure of is that you can never be sure where you will have lunch!
Sandwiches at the pyramids (the first time two weeks away from Christmas (and I can vouch for a certainty mince pies bake very well in a flight bag to the point of burning!) a Stella at the Ramesseum Rest House, a snatched bite to eat in the coach on a long journey but lunch following our visit to Hierakonpolis ranked as one of the more unusual places to eat. It was actually part-way through the afternoon when our driver suggested we stop at what looked like a couple of tables more or less at the side of a busy, dusty main road with a few branches growing round a sort of arbour. Being by this time famished but also wondering just where we were, we dutifully trooped out carrying assorted bags with sandwiches and fruit, crossed the road, and were shown through what appeared to be an arbour separating tables into little 'alcoves' to a table at the far end. In the end event it was quiet (more or less), cool just above the river and a lovely (and very welcome) stop in an amazing day.