We are at the end, London. We have gone from spring and blossoms in South Africa to bitterly cold bleak UK and morning frosts, and between the equatoral scorching heat of deserts and the wet season in Ethiopia and Sudan. We have had roads that are as smooth as a baby’s bottom to the ones […]
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What a ride. We are at the top of Africa
We are at the top of Africa and waiting at Tunis for tonights ferry. Tunisia has been a real delight, especially after the ruin of Libya. We managed to get some riding excitement along a 60 km shortcut that someone, probably Brendan, had found. Yes when I thought all the sweaty days were over another […]
I’m certain I’m in Sert where the kernel was born.
What I meant was Sert where the Colonel (Giddafi) was born as that other sort of kernel is a nut. He has lots of huge photos of (surprise surprise) himself around the country and the years of his reign is advertised every-where. What we have found here is incredible honesty and that has been wonderful […]
Libya has lost 50% of its population.
As we have travelled through Libya I have noticed there are very few women or girls visible in any places. I saw one driving yesterday and she told me she was “from Tripoli where it is more free”. There have been none at any of the restaurants we have eaten in, eating or working. Today […]
I’ve been in De Nile
We have put out toes in the source of the Nile (both Blue and White) looked at the confluence of both at Khartoum ( in the Sudan), taken a ferry trip along it’s dammed lake (Nasser) from Wadi Halfa to Aswan and gone to where it discharges muddy, used and abused into the Mediterranean Sea […]
The Old Giza
It was sad to see the pyramids surrounded by rubbish, parking lots, and the suburb of Giza pressing in on 3 sides. The construction was being eaten away by the acids caused by the city, but you had to be impressed by the size, hope they are looked after for the next generations.The corruption of […]
Clouds on the horizon
We set off early “5.30am” from the Western Desert town of El Farafra to get the sunrise over the white desert with all the amazing sand hewn shapes. The big red ball welcomes us to a landscape of wonder and beauty that later in the day would become a glaring furnace. The rocks were hard […]
I Very Love You
Sex tourism center for the older or “feeling un-wanted” woman would have to be Egypt. The local men are quite blatant about their desires for a quickie. One charmer when asked what his wife would think replied “She is resting and I won’t tell her”. The same man told me he “very loved me” so […]
Sand-Witch not Witch-Doctor
I think that should be my new name as I didn’t fall off in all the Sudan sand. Maybe I only fall off in unexpected sand, like a few of the un-named others. On the “off” score sheet I think the boy’s team has drawn with the girl’s team. Also I think they don’t tell […]
Egyptian Customs
We arrived into Aswan off the Wadi Halfa ferry needing a shower. The pushing and chaos as we tried to disembark was to be marveled at and Dave left the boat by the cabin window to avoid the crush (or was it to avoid the immigration check). I was pleased to be off the ferry […]
