CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
On board the snail-paced vessel, the river locks and the gentle currents made traveling laidback. No one hurried, no one could get anywhere fast, and the hot, humid weather only added to the lazy atmosphere. Jack planned to get off the boat at Luxor, and from there, he wanted to fly to Uganda. With the Nile flowing north, he didn’t dare drop too many capsules until he reached the southernmost point of Lake Victoria. The heat made him sluggish. The crew, and the captain appeared to be in a continual, zombie-like state of lethargy, even though they blasted Beethoven’s Fifth Symphony over the speakers most of the time. Jack thought he woke the pharaohs with loud, fervent sermons, as they sailed over calm water. The onshore crowds were sparse, but the prayers, faith and hop
