The trip to Europe and Egypt in May was enormous good fun. I was graciously eased over my jet-lag by the Treadaways in Germany, then popped up to Holland to join with our Dutch branch, Sue, Jan Willem & Co, who took me to Egypt. We spent a week visiting all the sites one is supposed to see, from Giza south; we rode on feluccas and camels (the kids did, anyhow), and spent a memorable morning in Cairo’s camel market (definitely not in the guidebooks). We then drove across the desert to El Gouna, a coastal resort on the Red Sea across from Sharm el Sheikh. Our Istanbul branch, Richard and Ishraq & Co have a villa there, and joined us for our second week. Man, talk about Days of Wine and Roses! Think a surreal St Tropez at the edge of the desert.
Y’know - it’s really really nice to have kids who are willing to trundle you about, as once you trundled them.
But enough about us fogies. I have again volunteered our effervescent offspring to write their own sections of this letter. The good news is that they’ve responded with enthusiasm. The bad news is that what’s supposed to have been a letter has mushroomed into an epic. I can but apologize.
