If you’re looking for a travel blog, you might think you’ve come to the right place! Although travel does seem to be a major aspect of my life, and the name of this blog does tend to give that impression, I hate to be the one to disappoint, but this is actually not a travel blog. This blog is just an honest recount of my adventures, both external and internal.
The Oxford dictionary describes the word ‘adventure’ as “an unusual and exciting or daring experience”. I can get lost in my own mind for hours and come back an entirely different person, or I can find myself lost in a mountain range and have to fight for my survival. I would call both an adventure. You can have a life-changing experience in absolutely any moment in your life, and that is what this blog is really about - these moments in my life. No moment is ordinary, and I invite you to follow me as I try to live life by taking every moment as a chance to change the course my life. Chances are that I’ll jump from depression to ecstasy at the drop of a hat on several occasions, and experience the best and worst of what is out there, but that’s just life, and hell, at least I’m honest.
So right now I’m traveling from Africa to South East Asia, crossing as many countries as I can slip into my route, and adding a couple of detours to delay myself from the reality at the end of this rainbow. The first country on the list was Egypt. I flew in from Cyprus, where I spent the majority of 2010.
Egypt held a first for me, I was finally successfully robbed after six years of this lifestyle. Shit happens though, I’ve said it now, no point dwelling on it.
In a word, Cairo is loud. I have never heard such incessant beeping of horns in my entire life. I will be hard pressed to find a louder place on earth. Literally a never-ending chorus of noise all day and all night. Not a single moment of silence was had during my time there. Other than the noise nothing else stands out. For the largest city in Africa, it was definitely a let down.
The pyramids however, were fantastic. Of course they were. Who doesn’t want to see the pyramids? They could have been half the size and I still would have been impressed. I hired a camel and rode around them for a couple of hours and it was like stepping back in time. I feel like everyone needs to see the pyramids at some point in their life; they are a testament to human potential and a blatant reminder that we as human beings, have the capacity to achieve the impossible.
Next on the agenda was Alexandria, but within half an hour the attitude of the locals pushed me to jump on the next bus out. I ended up spending the night in a small beach town on the north east coast of Egypt. The sunrise was spectacular. The water was a patchwork combination of both the brightest and darkest blue. This truly was a postcard-worthy paradise. Unfortunately I had no time to waste, and I was on my way into the Sahara Desert before the sun had reached full height.
I arrived in Siwa Oasis around midday and spent the rest of the day riding a bike around the many ruins and springs in the area. Siwa was much nicer and quieter than anywhere else I had been so far and it was a welcome change of pace. The food was good, the people were nice, and the dried dates were superb.
I hired a local kid and his donkey cart to take me deep into the Sahara to see ‘The Great Sea of Sand’ and to try sandboarding the massive dunes out there. I’ve seen quite a few deserts and sand dunes before, but nothing comes close to what I saw in the Sahara. An endless sea of mountainous sand dunes flowing as far as the eye can see. The particular dune I was sandboarding down was so high that to push off the edge of it was always a little nerve-wracking. The Sahara was just how I had imagined it, vast and desolate, but this desolation had a wild beauty about it. I left the Sahara feeling better than when I arrived.
It took me a few days to get to the east coast of Egypt. I travelled back through Cairo, to a town called Suez, and made my way around the Sinai Peninsula. These few days were filled with unnecessary detours, a series of Egyptians ripping me off, agonisingly long bus trips, and a whole lot of waiting around. Egypt’s infrastructure is a little rusty to say the least. I just had enough time to spend the night on the red sea and watch the sun rise over Saudi Arabia before jumping on the next ferry to Jordan.
To be honest, I was just glad to be getting out of Egypt. I’d run out of money after being robbed, and that cost me not just a trip to Mt. Sinai, but also added a day to my time in Egypt. I was glad to leave all that behind me and tackle Jordan. A new country awaited me, and that in itself was enough to put a smile on my face.