(^30) Cairo -   Desert  Camp    –   122 km
Having   itchy   feet,   we  moved   along   and     returned    later   to  collect     the     visa
extensions. Getting out of  Cairo   took    the best    part    of  two hours.  Still,  our chosen
route   spat    us  out along   a   toll    road,   making  for comfortable and effortless  biking.
The way headed  north   towards Alexandria  and after   about   120 kilometres  camp
was set up  by  the roadside.
Desert  Camp    -   Amriah  –   97  km
To  my  surprise,   it  started raining during  the night   and I   could   hardly  believe it  ever
rained  in  the desert. Upon    second  thoughts,   it  shouldn’t   have    come    as  a   surprise
as   our     route   was     fast    approaching     the     Mediterranean.  The     way     north   continued
past    farmlands   and many    pigeon  lofts,  as  grilled pigeon  was a   speciality  found   on
nearly  all menus.
Amriah  -   Alexandria  –   42  km
The short   distance    to  Alexandria  resulted    in  a   leisurely   start,  and we  soon    arrived
at  the Mediterranean   coast.  Alexandria  was a   vast    and ancient city,   formerly    home
to  one of  the Seven   Wonders of  the Ancient World,  a   120-metre-high  lighthouse,
built   by  Alexander   the Great.  There   was,    nevertheless,   no  sign    of  it  except  a   few
terracotta   lamps   in  the     museum.     Alexandria  was     famous  for     its     Great   Library,
considered   the     archive     of  ancient     knowledge   in  its     heyday.     But,    once    again,  no
sign    of  its past    grandeur    remained    and appeared    replaced    by  traffic more    chaotic
than    in  Cairo.  It  was scarcely    possible    to  cross   a   street  on  foot    and even    more
difficult    by  bicycle.    Nonetheless,    the     city    sported     a   fancy   modern  library,
incorporating   both    the old and the modern  in  its design. 
A    vicious     storm   picked  up,     and     the     wind    blew    at  over    30  miles   per     hour,
accompanied by  horizontal  rain.   Ernest  and I   stayed  put and waited  out the storm.
Day after   day,    the storm   continued   without any sign    of  abating.    We  cleaned and
oiled    our     bikes   (let    me  rephrase    that:   Ernest  cleaned     and     oiled   the     bikes),
repacked    our bags,   read    books   and watched the same    movies  repeatedly.
Our visa    extensions  were    ready   by  then.   So, we  hopped  on  the express train   to
Cairo   and returned    the same    evening (the    train   covered 250+    kilometres  in  under
three   hours).
                    
                      leana
                      (Leana)
                      
                    
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