Simon- attending to business, somewhere in the eastern desert between Ras Ghareb and Zafarana.

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Simon- attending to business, somewhere in the eastern desert between Zafarana and Ain Sukheir, originally uploaded by new_dles.

Day 7


Start Time: 7am

Finish Time: 6am

Narrative: After Friday’s punishment we were under no illusions that today was going to be easy. As soon as we passed the Police check point at the edge of town the road pointed straight out into the dusty distance and that wind began to push on our hunched shoulders.

We had learned from Friday’s mistakes and were both carrying plenty of food and water(about 9litres each). We had no intention of “hot boxing” it through the midday heat in the tent again so we pedalled on until 11 and passed the afternoon at a truck stop at the 60kms point.

As we headed on into the breach once more at 3.30 with 50km still to do it was apparent to both of us that Friday’s memory was still with us. Both in our leaden legs and not so perky spirit.

We made it 20km down the road before the sun began to set at 6. And pushed on for another sketchy 30km, which took another 3 hours, before falling into a cheap motel at Zafarana- grumpy, tired and weak.

This stopped being fun about two days ago. both myself and Si are at the edge of our tolerances. The unchanging landscape; brown and flat , bland food; dry bread and beans, the relentless heat and energy sapping wind, and the fact that we have never been more than 5m apart for the last 7 days have all added up to make us irritable, down and snappy. Neither of us have laughed since leaving Safaga. Little things have suddenly grown to become the most acute irritants imaginable.

As Si put it today, its the lack of stimulus that’s getting us down the most. The landscape and the weather are the same as it was yesterday and the day before. Each day we get up and do the same thing- cycle into that demoralising head wind. We stop at lunch and eat dry bread and beans. Then we arrive at our destination and go to sleep. our conversation material dried up long ago and aside from the invetable “whats your name, what nationality are you? what is your profession” conversations that we have in broken English with the friendly people that we meet each day, we are devoid of cerebral stimulation. There isn’t even any eye candy as all of the, I can only imagine, lovely girls are wrapped up like bundles of curveless sheets.  

Hopefully, it’ll get better tomorrow. Hopefully it’ll start to be fun again.            


One thought on “Simon- attending to business, somewhere in the eastern desert between Ras Ghareb and Zafarana.

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