On my trip to Egypt, I listened to a spectacular sound track while lounging at the top of my hotel, looking at Karnak Temple. It was hot and dry, but the hibiscus drink took the edge off.
Sitting in that pool, watching night descend upon the city of Luxor, was one of my best experiences ever. I had the guys at the hotel find me a copy of the soundtrack. Everything there seems to be bootleg. It worked for me, as everyone there seemed not to care.
The very best of Shereen is in Arabic. I don’t understand it, though it sure sounds good. Perhaps it’s all in my mind, as this is just a memory now.