An offer I can't refuse.
February 8th 2007 On my second night an old friend flies in from Colorado. Paul’s made plans to meet me for three weeks in Egypt - enough time to cruise the Nile, take a dip in the Red Sea, and hopefully get at least one snapshot with his face buried in a belly-dancer’s cleavage. It’s an ambitious itinerary by anyone’s standards, even moreso for a certain travel writer who once spent twelve days marooned i
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