Egypt is the rare place where the clichés are true and still not enough. The Pyramids are bigger than the photos. Karnak at first light will rearrange your sense of scale. A dawn balloon over Luxor, a felucca on the Nile, and a plate of koshari in a Cairo side street will do the rest.
It is intense. Touts, baksheesh and the occasional hard sell are part of the texture, not a personal attack. A firm no, a smile, and a pre-booked driver will carry you. The people who love Egypt are the ones who stopped being shocked and started being curious.
Do Cairo and Giza, then fly to Luxor or Aswan. The overnight train is a story; the flight is a morning. Abu Simbel is a long, worth-it add-on. The Red Sea is a different holiday if you want to swim when the ruins are done.
Drink bottled water, tip small and often, and look up. The ceiling is usually the masterpiece they forgot to put on the postcard.