In 1992, Harlequin romance author Mary Schaller, aka Tori Phillips, and her husband Marty Schaller stepped far outside their comfort zones and took a "Ten Glorious Days" trip to Egypt. They got far more than they had expected including surviving a wild taxi cab ride through Cairo in the middle of the night when all traffic rules are off, riding a camel intent on taking a side trip to Libya instead of going to the pyramids, swaying on a shaky ladder 150 feet above the ground inside the Great Pyramid at Giza, experiencing the incredible Egyptian fiery sunrise, bargaining for a hubbly-bubbly water pipe in a Luxor bazaar and hiding a pair of Sobek brand river socks inside the temple of Sobek, the Crocodile God. Rug shops, papyrus factories, perfume bottle emporiums, bead sellers and shark-skin tamborine makers abound on every street as the Schallers navigate their way through the cities up and down the Nile. Their amusing adventures were truly the trip of a lifetime.
In 1992, Harlequin romance author Mary Schaller, aka Tori Phillips, and her husband Marty Schaller stepped far outside their comfort zones and took a "Ten Glorious Days" trip to Egypt. They got far more than they had expected including surviving a wild taxi cab ride through Cairo in the middle of the night when all traffic rules are off, riding a camel intent on taking a side trip to Libya instead of going to the pyramids, swaying on a shaky ladder 150 feet above the ground inside the Great Pyramid at Giza, experiencing the incredible Egyptian fiery sunrise, bargaining for a hubbly-bubbly water pipe in a Luxor bazaar and hiding a pair of Sobek brand river socks inside the temple of Sobek, the Crocodile God. Rug shops, papyrus factories, perfume bottle emporiums, bead sellers and shark-skin tamborine makers abound on every street as the Schallers navigate their way through the cities up and down the Nile. Their amusing adventures were truly the trip of a lifetime.
