My heartbreaking story of Egypt’s ruined tourism industry

It is a long drive to Kom Ombo from Luxor. Flanked by the fertile Nile valley, my driver Aslam’s Peugot hums and sputters incessantly, the crunching of rocks and the spewing of coarse sand whipping up dust in front and behind us. Carts piled high with green stalks of sugar cane fall behind us, their donkeys often in a laborious gallop, others trotting leisurely. Nothing jerks or juts out…