Aswan & Abu Simbel

After Luxor, I spent another week in Aswan, and this place felt different. Even though it was the end of November, the heat was strong. I stayed on a small island on the Nile, and it was quiet, almost timeless. The narrow streets had no cars, and barely any people around. It felt isolated in the best way, simple, peaceful, and real.

There was one restaurant I kept going to every day. It had a view over the Nile, and I’d sit there, watch the sunset, and let the day slow down. The whole experience felt calm and authentic, like I’d stepped into a different rhythm.