One morning in Luxor we rented bikes and rode out of the city. We bounced through fields and down little dirt paths. I hadn't been on a bike in years. We saw this woman and boy grinding grain (I assume) with their donkeys. I imagine tourists rattling by on bicycles wasn't something they say every day either. We would have stopped to talk to them, but we had to return the bikes soon.
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