This was not the end of our sojourn. After sailing around Elephantine Island, as the sun sparkled on the Aga Khan Mausoleum, we went to a Nubian village, Garb Aswan.
We alighted from the boat, and climbed up terracotta coloured earthen steps to the village. The homes were built of mud-brick and painted in white and a turquoise that I refer to as 'mediterranean blue'. Some of the ceilings were domed, but the house we went into, had a beautiful roof made of split palm trees. But they weren’t the regular palm trees. These had half-shell patterns on the outside somewhat similar to a pineapple.
We spent the rest of the afternoon dancing and singing. It was such a privilege to visit their home like that, to be with the people and experience their hospitality. We stayed longer than our scheduled time but I think that many of us were reluctant to leave when the time came. ...NEXT