I'm baking in the sun, sitting tall on a horse-drawn carriage that's been hired to clip-clop us out of the ancient town of Luxor. This may be romantic in some tourists' books, but wouldn't a taxi be more practical? Riding shotgun next to the driver — while hanging onto whatever I can so as not to tumble off — I begin to marvel at how a horse can maneuver through crazy car traffic. Then, as we cross into plowed fields and the rutted dirt lanes of a village, it becomes clear: a horse and carriage is the way to go... Read more
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