Felucca? I barely even know 'er!
February 12th 2007 For years my mother scolded me at the dinner table about starving kids in Africa, and today I’m one of them. Given the routine of constant grazing I’ve adopted since reaching Egypt - the mid-day schwarma, the koshary dinner, the hummus night-cap - it’s taken a bit of work to adjust to life on a felucca. We boarded the ship in Aswan - an auspicious breeze puffing its sail out
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