TWO STORIES FROM EGYPT
While bathing naked in the Nile one evening in March 1964 near Jebel Adda, south of Abu Simbel Temple, with my back to the shore as I watched for crocodiles, I heard a series of giggles behind me. I turned around to find most of the Nubian villagers watching me, including women and the children I played tag with. One of the men pointed to my exposed penis, and indicated that it was minuscule by pointing the end of his index finger. He then extended his arm and moved his hand from his index finger to his shoulder, indicating the magnificence of his organ, which cause the women to clap their hands over their mouths, as the whole audience erupted in convulsions of laughter—me included. I have not found another people to be so joyfully uninhibited in their wonderful, child-like innocence as the members of that village.