Collecting a box of matches from an Irishman in the bar - so I didn't think I'd dreamt it all, we returned to the group to ride camels, explore, clamber and be part of the world's greatest tourist attraction.
An alternative to the obstacle course of self-appointed guides, hustlers, souvenir shops, alabaster factories and papyrus museums
was to jolt terrified atop a particularly ugly animal while being held to ransom unable to stop and dismount until the next obstacle course was reached.
First class service - wish I had stayed longer.