A few years ago I travelled solo to Egypt where I would meet up with other travellers for the usual gammit of Egyptian experiences; a float down the Nile, a camp in the desert, and a wander in ancient tombs. This is the continuation of my adventure. Kris
After a fewpent around a camp fire and a lengthy camel trek, I watched the full moon rise majestically from the far horizon. Cooking lentil soup and rice with the Bedouins and listening to their traditional songs has been an even more authentic experience than imagined.
The luna glow regularly woke me throughout the nights, almost teasing me not to sleep too much, slumber wasted on witnessing the changing stars. The cold nights forced me into my sleeping bag early and each day started as the pink glow started kissing my face. I’ve been so high on this environment and it’s easy to see how the Bedouin gypsy life is a treasured one.
As we fled along the ribbon of tar that slices through the endless sand towards Luxor we have been mesmerized by the constant scene. The desert tricks you, it lulls you, calling you to explore. At the same time being so isolated feels completely safe and wraps around you like a huge camel blanket.
I’ve watched the sunrise each morning like a child; each day the scene has been different, sometimes soft, or sometimes with rocky mountains to climb. There is so much variety in a landscape I could only imagine as empty.
Pure happy smiles relaxing in isolated communities; this is the Egypt of the Western Desert that I have left reluctantly behind. I am now in the Nile Valley area of Luxor where the blinding uber green of the lush fields is welcoming me. Donkeys pulling carts as the wheat and vegetables are packed for market, children running along the road to wave; the papier mache landscape of the dry West at our back. The Nile River awaits.
I love this country!