Gay cruising in Assuan

We arrived in Aswan. We hadn’t booked a transfer, so we negotiated a taxi to our hotel. The taxis are old; we settled on a price of 400 Egyptian pounds. The driver was Nubian—very dark-skinned and large. I sat in the front with him, and we chatted. I asked if he drank alcohol; he said yes, and offered to take us to the Nubian village to have a drink with him. I didn’t quite understand what was going on—every so often, he’d reach down and touch his cock. He was wearing one of those traditional white robes, and he kept pulling at it, as if to let some air in. We decided to head straight to the hotel instead. That evening, we took a stroll along the Corniche and found a restaurant that served alcohol. After dinner, we walked along the waterfront. People kept approaching us, trying to sell us rides on a felucca, a horse-drawn carriage, or a taxi. Near the Nile, I saw a guy peeing—he was very handsome. As he finished, he kept shaking his cock, and I noticed something unusual about it. We struck up a conversation, but he wanted money, so I didn’t pay him. We went to bed, as we had an early start the next day for our trip to Abu Simbel. The driver was handsome, though his teeth were rotten; he also seemed to be packing something huge—there was a very noticeable bulge. The men there are constantly touching themselves—I thought it might just be a "guy thing," but it seems like everyone is always "testing" things out. In short, it’s all about sex! If you’re looking to hook up—whether you pay for it or not—that’s the place to be.