When we booked our trip to Egypt, this was the part that worried me the most—the donkey ride. I dreaded it, having visions of falling off, yet all these years later, it is the part I remember most. We got up early and it was barely light when we arrived at the donkey meeting point. We were assigned our donkeys and off we went, riding along flat roads toward the hills where the tombs are hidden. It was a leisurely ride along quiet roads, then up a hillside path.
At the entrance to the Valley of the Kings, we trotted past tourists in big coaches. I thought smugly of the fun they had missed out on. Ironic, when this was the part I dreaded!
After our exploration of the tombs, we mounted our donkeys and rode back to Luxor. By this time, my butt was a bit sore. The others were complaining too. Also, the donkeys moved a lot faster on the way home.
It was a brilliant and memorable excursion. I have a soft spot for donkeys.