The planned overly optimistic departure time of 6am soon fell to 9pm and I cycled through the craziness that is Cairo, passed the Pyramids for one last time and headed into the desert. Three weeks in Cairo had been fun, lots of fun, but it was time to be back on the road, and back to the cycling which I seemed to be avoiding. After the difficulties of the Sinai I was finding it very hard to get the inspiration to cycle again. I'd seemed to of fallen into a trap, looking at the cycling as a chore instead of enjoyment. [View Full Entry]

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I stayed in Dahab for three weeks, drinking beer, eating dynamite sandwiches*, getting up late and going to bed even later. I was nice to do nothing for a while but the longer I stayed the less and less I felt like getting back on the bike. With 350 miles of the Sinai desert between me and Cairo with little else in-between it would be the most isolated stretch I'd done this journey. After finally getting bored of going out every night I checked the internet weather site for tailwinds and headed out of Dahab. After three weeks of constant company [View Full Entry]

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I spent a couple of days relaxing and preparing myself mentally for the hilly road to Petra. I left Amman feeling slightly rough after spending the evening with an Aussie girl with a forte for 10% strength beer and Vodka. Figuring an easy day down to the Dead Sea my will power was easily broken with the offer of a drink, although I stayed clear of the 10% stuff and stuck purely to 40% Vodka. I was worried about the Dead Sea. Travelling alone creates strange feelings when it actually comes to being alone. Although my trip is very much a [View Full Entry]

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