Another day.  More Bites.  We had decided that we were moving on but as we were packing up, Rezeiky's son, Ali, came to find ask why we were leaving.  We showed him.  "Ah," he said, "our second complaint.  Please stay and show my father to explain."  In the meantime, he arranged a room for us at a most reasonable rate so that we could at least move away from the sand where we thought the problem lay (or slept!).

The first room had hot water but no pressure, the second the same, the third had pressure but no hot water. Sigh.  But all had working aircon so we stayed as we really wanted to see the Luxor Temple and so far we hadn't been out.

Rezeiky came around later to see the problem.  "Never before have we had this problem.  Not a single mosquito ever," and proceeded with a lesson on mosquito bite control.  We agreed that bite control was needed and that we were practicing it as well as we could.  Tabbard sprayed all over at reasonable intervals, long trousers and long sleeved tops, a plug-in mosquito repellent, flying insect killer spray and mosquito nets.  We could do no more.  And in any case, these bites were confined to up to knee level only.  Why didn't they (if they were mosquitos) bite us anywhere else?  Both of us & Rezeiky remained unconvinced that the other knew what they were talking about - amicably.  So still we remained.  Being in aircon along with frequent cold showers helped us to keep cool whilst being away from the sand we hoped would stop further bites.  We slept fitfully that night.