We arrived back in Giza at 8:30am. Debbie retired while I checked out the restaurants. There were six in the hotel. I reviewed the menus then somehow I ended up back in the restaurant where the belly dancer was doing her act. She seemed quite excited to see me again. She came to my table, placed her hand on mine and said “Good Evening!” (in Egyptian). When she finished her dance all the other people in the restaurant left, so I had 7 waiters fussing over me while a four piece band of old Egyptian men serenaded me with old fashioned tunes from the 60’s and 70’s. In spite of all that attention I was lonely without Debbie there to enjoy it with me.