Thus far the Nile Cruise had been everything Troy and Mary had hoped for. Their cabin was a quiet paradise, in which the could escape into the bliss of their second honeymoon. The entire experience was packed with adventure and romance.
Yesterday’s excursion had been a wonderful hot air balloon ride, in which the panoramic beauty of the Nile and surrounding desert was spread out below them. Then a exquisite dinner and an evening of quiet cuddles finished the day.
This morning, they has taken a camel excursion to the pyramids with all of the appropriate photo-ops. Now they sat is a cafe enjoying strong Arab coffee.
“This is so perfect,” Mary said. “And you know what, I think this copper coffeepot makes it taste even better.”
“Tell you what, when we are done here, let’s go to the souq and see if we can find one just like it,” Troy suggested.
“Oh that sounds marvelous,” Mary said excitedly. She gulped down her last swallow of coffee, and took a photo of the coffee set on her iPhone to be sure they “just the one.”
They then spent well over an hour going in and out of the brightly adorned stalls in search of their elusive set. The shopping adventure also yielded several trinkets they intended to give as gifts, as they discovered them along the way.
At one stall there was an assortment of beautiful hand-woven carpets, and Mary paused for a long while staring at a rose coloured one, with a very artful design, that she thought would look perfect in their bedroom back home. She sighed, and stepped away, only to glance back at it at least twice more.
As they rounded the next corner, they came upon the exact coffee set they were after. After the requisite haggling had been completed, the boxed set was bundled under Troy’s arm along with the bag which contained the small gifts that were purchased earlier.
“Troy Honey, can we take just one more look at that carpet?” Mary asked with feigned shyness.
“Sure,” he said, adjusting the their exotic buys.
She looked longingly at the carpet for a moment and, in not much more than a whisper, said – “I wonder how much it is?”. In an instant, the keen-eared proprietor swooped in, “300 British – 350 American. The very best price,” the man announced.
“Wow, at that price – does it fly?” Troy said with a chuckle.
“No – no, it is 700 for the flying one,” the man said in an earnest tone.
A few moments later, Troy was staggering under the load of the rolled up carpet, and the boxed coffee set, though Mary had taken the bag of presents.
As they retraced their steps through the souq, trying to get to a taxi stand, Troy muttered, “I should have taken the flying one.”