I don’t remember too much about this valley, except the light pole in the car park that was fertilised many times with my vomit. A local Egyptian seized the opportunity to try to sell me some medicine, which I refused. I got back on the bus and curled up in a foetal position, shivering. Fortunately there was a doctor and two nurses on board. The tour guide gave me three tablets that did nothing. The doctor gave me an injection in the butt, but that did nothing either. He also gave me a powerful antibiotic. All these drugs just seemed to make things a lot worse. While the group was exploring the Valley of the Queens I found someone’s pillow and blanket and curled up on the back seat, where I stayed for several hours, while the group visited more sites.