We bought some trinkets made locally as gifts for Helen's friends - it is much easier doing this on a one to one basis then in the hustle and bustle of a bazaar, and she thinks that she got a good price.
I sailed the Felouka most of the way back to the Emilio, moored beyond the Iberotel, while its designated driver chatted on his mobile to his friends. There was little wind through the narrows near to the Mövenpick, and I found it difficult to tack from port to starboard in this style of boat, which does not handle like the racing dinghies that I sailed in my youth, but I made good speed with the current, easily keeping up with the professionals in the other noats nearby. This is the first time that I've taken the helm since gaining my Day skipper and Offshore qualifications at evening class in the late 1990s. I gave the boatman a very good tip for allowing me such fun.
The Emilio set sail from Aswan at 20:00 as we sat down to a good buffet dinner on the lowest deck. It was disappointing to be sailing at night, and not able to watch the scenery pass by. I spent the rest of the evening as the only customer in the rooftop bar, with a glass or two of Stella. It was cold up there, but there was no piped music. The barman would probably have been down below, not being used to temperatures of less than 10°C.
We docked alongside at Kom Ombo at about 23:00, immediately outside a new disco there, and were soom joined by other boats to our outside.