Felucca Sailing on the Nile. Disasters 1 and 2.

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Chef and I met in Egypt on a 5 day felucca trip on the Nile. It was a lovely, peaceful few days and it was almost 20 years ago now.

This year we wanted to do it all over again and share the magic of traditional sail boats on the longest river on Earth with the kids. But we’ve had a couple of hiccups. Felucca captains need careful handling and we slipped up a couple of times but it was still fun and the worst stories are often the best stories. You can pick up a few tips and figure out the best way to hire a felucca from our mistakes.

Felucca Sailing Disaster #1 Luxor

The morning after we arrived in our Luxor apartment all the men of the family were suffering with a respiratory virus. I had itchy feet so headed out on my own to look at the Nile.

We were staying not far away, but river access was blocked by the governor’s residence and a great big hotel, so I wandered the village back streets smiling at women and children and generally feeling like an intrepid lady of travel.

Eventually I found the water’s edge and a few feluccas tied up. The waters of the Nile are crystal clear, we’ve swum here, it really is a beautiful river.

Of course, where there is a felucca there is always somebody wanting to get you onto that felucca and the cutest little old man got to me first. He wanted to take me to Banana Island for 200LE but I was only interested in using his felucca as a taxi into downtown Luxor. He wanted 50LE for that, eventually. Great, I said, I’ll come back with my husband and children.

Feluccas on the river Nile Aswan

The next day we returned and found the Football World about to leave with 2 German passengers. My new best friend was there and we agreed , in whispers, to the 50LE to Luxor. The whispers were because the German couple were with a guide/tout and were paying 20 Euros for the trip. 50 LE is about 3 Euros.

Welsh flag on a felucca Egypt
The Welsh flag, my flag,on Football World.  I had to take this sailing boat!

We had a pleasant early evening sail, tacking towards Luxor, dodging Nile cruise ships on a brisk wind. Then my good captain took a sharp left to Banana Island. OK, still good, we waited while the Germans headed off to look at bananas. We’ve seen bananas before, I used to grow them back in Port Douglas, so we just hung out.

They returned, gave us some bananas and off we went, their guide brewing mint tea known around here as Egyptian whisky. We declined his kind offer of a cup, a. because it’s too sweet, b. because we knew it would have a price tag. On we sailed, but not to Luxor.

horse swimming in Nile Egypt
Nothing to see here, just a guy swimming in the Nile with his horse.

Not so many nautical miles later, we were back at our starting point. We tactfully hung back as the Germans parted with wads of cash before discretely giving our man his 50LE and leaving the scene.

OK, so he hadn’t done what we thought we’d agreed on, but we had a nice sail. It had cost him nothing and 50LE is a very good tip for doing nothing. We found a taxi nearby and headed into Luxor for 40LE, about the going rate, probably too much but it’s a price we can easily afford, we’re happy, they’re happy.

So that’s Felucca mishap number 1. Number 2 ( below) is even better.

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Felucca sailing on the Nile Egypt
The good ship Football World,waiting at Banana Island


Felucca Sailing Disaster #2 Aswan

A guy called Mohammed Ali had been very persistent in trying to get us onto his felucca from the moment we arrived at Aswan station. On the evening that we decided to actually take him up on his offer, he was nowhere to be found.

Unsurprisingly, there were alternatives. A remarkably good looking and very young man was there, right time, right place and ushered us to his boat. We agreed on 100LE for a 1 hour sail heading downsteam, around the back of Elephantine Island and back.

That’s a good price, totally fair, Aswan is less full-on and less inclined to rip you off than Luxor.

His felucca appeared to have a crew of 2, another young man dealt with the sails, our original felucca dude took the tiller. As we pulled away from the east bank Chef noticed that there wasn’t much wind.

“There will be wind! ” we were assured.

As we set off the current and a slight breeze took us north. Everything was lovely, Aswan was beautiful and even the kids seemed to be enjoying the romance of the Nile.

Crew member 3 appeared about this time, an older man, presumably the captain. He emerged from below decks on hands and knees, not looking too good.

He grunted in acknowledgement and vanished behind his curtain again. We sailed on, trying to ignore the strange noises coming from below decks. What was he doing down there? What I was imagining was fairly X rated.

As we rounded the northernmost corner of Elephantine Island, just opposite the west bank’s Tombs of the Nobles, he made a second appearance, this time wrapped in a blanket as he sort of collapsed onto the boat’s benching.

He continued to make the strange noises. At least now we knew they were moans of discomfort, not pleasure.

Sunset sailing on the Nile Aswan Egypt

The sun was setting, the river was beautiful, the breeze was dying and the mosquito onslaught was due.

Our captain’s distress got my anxious mum-brain working overtime, maybe he had malaria, maybe a mosquito would transfer his disease to my babies, I wrapped them in Arab scarves and moved them as far away from him as possible.

Moments later he started vomiting. Now even more worried I covered my nose and mouth with another scarf. I always carry plenty for any scarf-requiring emergencies.

Soon after the splashing of vomit into the Nile started, the wind ceased to co-operate. We were now sailing against the flow of the river so wind in the sails was essential for onward progress. Our ship stood stationary for maybe 20 minutes before our young crew gave up.

Feluccas don’t carry oars, all the boys had was a metal tipped pole for poking and punting and the gang plank. Only one of them could row at a time as somebody had to hold the tiller. Our sick captain gave it a shot before collapsing again.

The boys slowly turned the boat and we retraced our path north. The current seemed to have died with the wind, maybe somebody had turned off the tap at the Aswan damn. They rowed us back towards to Tombs of the Nobles and the northern tip of the island where the new Mövenpick hotel now stands.

Tombs of the Nobles Aswan lights Nile Felucca

By now it was fully dark, the tombs were lit beautifully and my favourite constellation, Orion, was overhead. His belt is said to align with the pyramids at Giza, something I read in a book long ago.

Our captain seemed to be feeling well enough to speak after an hour of so of puking.

” I’m so sorry, I am drunk, so sorry.”

Then he disappeared below decks again.

At least it was nothing contagious.

The felucca boys didn’t even try to take us back to our starting point, they dropped us at the nearest point on the east bank and we walked back upstream. We were sitting in a restaurant enjoying our second beer by the time they made it to their mooring.

We tipped them out of pity and appreciation for their hard work and hoped the drunken captain didn’t see a cent of it. Our 1 hour sail had become 3 hours, but nothing lost. Our boys were asleep for the last hour, heads on laps, blanketed by scarves, all good, no problem here.

Felucca sailing on the Nile Egypt
I’m so bored! Maybe a Nile cruise, by Felucca, from Aswan to Luxor isn’t the best idea with kids.

We’d toyed with the idea of taking a Nile cruise, by felucca, from Aswan back up to Luxor. This was the trip Chef and I took years ago and we’d enjoyed it. Our days were taken up with playing cards, sleeping on deck, chatting to our fellow travellers and swimming in the Nile. Our flotilla would stop to visit temples and at night we pulled up on the banks, eating and drinking around a camp fire before sleeping on the boats. We realised after the above 2 sails that the kids would be bored out of their minds, so would we most probably. Maybe one of the big cruise ships would be better, maybe worse, but we resolved that travelling up and down the Nile, for us, was better by train.

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Alyson Long
Alyson Long is a British medical scientist who jumped ship to chase dreams. A former Chief Biomedical Scientist at London's West Middlesex Hospital she started in website creation and travel writing in 2011. Alyson is a full-time blogger and travel writer, a published author, and owns several websites. World Travel Family is the biggest. A lifetime of wanderlust and over 6 years of full-time travel, plus a separate 12 month gap year, has given Alyson and the family some travel expert smarts to share with you on this world travel site. Today Alyson still travels extensively to update this site and continue her mission to visit every country, but she's often at home on her farm in Australia.

9 thoughts on “Felucca Sailing on the Nile. Disasters 1 and 2.”

  1. I once read that it’s not an adventure unless something goes wrong. These make the best, most entertaining stories! Imagine 10 years from now when your boys say, “Remember that Old Egyptian guy who threw up all over the place? And Mom kept covering us up with a million scarves so we wouldn’t ‘catch anything’?!”

  2. Such amazing stories!!! I’m curious how did you guys find the boat from Aswan to Luxor? Any recommendation?

    Thanks a lot!!!

    • We didn’t take a boat from Aswan to Luxor on this occasion, but back 20 years ago we did it as a small group tour and loved it.

  3. Awesome story! I hope the captain had the hangover from hell! The worst journeys make the best stories. x


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