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Sad Christmas wine

That night, Christamas Eve, we hopped on a night train towards Luxor. I was definitely not going to leave Egypt without seeing Luxor, the Valley of the Kings or Abu Simbel. The train left at 8pm so we made sure to get there early to find our train car and our room (is that what it’s called on a train or is it a cabin or a room?) Whatever it was, it had a bench that changed into a bed, another bed that folded down from higher up. A sink, mirror, two eating trays and a widow with curtains.  We spent a bit of time exploring the cabin. (Leading to us pulling down the top bunk and then having a hell of a time trying to put it back up again.

Shoving the bunk back up.

Dinner. Womp womp.

To celebrate Christmas, since we were away from our families and sad about it, we snuck a bottle of wine on board and then managed to drink it between us within 15 minutes. Then our dinner arrived. We weren’t particularly impressed but we ate what we could. After that, the steward (train attendant?) came to set up our beds for us. We climbed into bed and I read for a awhile before trying to drift off to sleep. It was not happening. The train was LOUD (wheels screeching, people outside making noise) not to mention the train car was shifting all about, and worst of all, the stupid window would not stay closed. It kept blowing open, sending icy cold wind straight into my bed and amplifying the noise by a thousand. It was a long and exhausting night. We were woken up at around 4am for breakfast and arrived at the station in Luxor at 5am.