Back from my second trip into the desert I linger in Dahab for a few more days, wondering where and when to go next. It does not take long before I find myself booking a flight to Luxor. Before traveling to Egypt I had created a shortlist of suitable accommodations in Luxor. I could have saved myself the time. None have availability.
Starting a new search I soon have several windows opened on my computer, comparing the pros and cons of the accommodations. I make my choice, fill out the booking form and enter my credit card details to complete the booking. Right when I am about to hit the send button my computer mysteriously switches to another window.
Surprised, I am staring at the screen; my mouse is still at the same place. For a brief moment I am flabbergasted and then I hear myself starting to laugh. It looks like a higher power has decided I have to go to another place. Fine with me. This one looks pretty good too; I surrender to the divine guidance.
A few days later I check in to a nice apartment in Luxor. From the rooftop I have a view over the River Nile to the Luxor temple on the opposite riverbank.
I have front row seats for the lightshow and fireworks in honour of the official opening of the Avenue of the Sphinxes, which happens to be on the day after my arrival.
A bonus is that the owner of the apartment building is more than happy to organize all my tours, including a Nile cruise on his felucca, a traditional Egyptian sailboat. I seem to have ended up exactly where I was meant to be.