I feel like fucking Jesus, I do, riding my donkey down a Thebes dirt-path, surrounded by my followers (fellow travellers, whatever!)

Yes, perhaps I’m slightly geographically inaccurate; perhaps Jesus wasn’t accompanied in his band of merry disciples by a Japanman, an Argentinian with a distinctly Irish name, Ozzies, French and Canadians; possibly, even, Jesus’ arrival wasn’t monitored from colorful hot air balloons ferrying various tourists around some of the more famous Egyptian historical sights; but who can’t help feeling just a little like Jesus any time they’re donkey-riding down a sun-kissed dirt path, I ask you?