The art of water pipe smoking in Upper Egypt

The Nile Delta was already Christianized in the 2nd century AD and with Alexandria as the bishop's see, Christian teaching quickly spread throughout the country.

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Traditional living & accommodation

The journey begins in Aswan, in the land of the Nubians on the border with Sudan. Here at the first cataract, the Nile Valley is particularly picturesque. The traces of history are omnipresent, the people friendly and open.

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"Ana ma'aya beet fi Sehel!"  - I have a house on Sehel

The Nile Delta was already Christianized in the 2nd century AD and with Alexandria as the bishop's see, Christian teaching quickly spread throughout the country.

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Ahmed Mohammed Nagar

Ahmed is a typical Nubian. He comes from Sehel, the small Nile island on the southern city limits of Aswan. He lives there in the small village with his family, is well connected and enjoys great respect among the locals.

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Ibrahim Barbies

Ibrahim lives with his family in Aswan. Ibrahim is also Nubian. Ibrahim is an experienced captain who has been learning his trade since he was a child. He knows the upper reaches of the Nile from Aswan to Edfu like the back of his hand. Horus, the felucca, is his gold piece - he knows every nail.

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Our journey on the Nile with a wooden felucca.

A sailing adventure among friends.

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An idea is born and a felucca is built

At the beginning of 2016, I invited my love and we flew to Aswan. We booked into the "Old Cataract" for nine days. The trip was wonderful. Everything that had been dormant inside me burst forth.

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Program & Tour

The journey begins in Aswan, in the land of the Nubians on the border with Sudan. Here at the first cataract, the Nile Valley is particularly picturesque. The traces of history are omnipresent, the people friendly and open.

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The building

First of all: building the felucca took much longer than my friends in Egypt and I had expected. In short, the timetable was far too ambitious and ill-advised.

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Tom Otte

Maybe it was because of my father. He was once a cotton buyer at the cotton exchange in Bremen. He traveled to Egypt and Sudan in the sixties.

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