The sun was sinking behind the mountains which had taken on a lovely pink tinge. I stood outside savouring the peace and quiet and gazing at my surroundings. The call to prayer started in the distance, echoing around the mountains.
A hundred or more stone rams line the approach to the temple. As we walked through the entrance I tried to imagine Karnak in its heyday, the columns and pillars painted, filled with people, and the Pharaoh presiding over his subjects.