Fifty-seventh stage

In Cairo there are windsurfs and water skis … old ladies who take the poodle for a walk!

In the face of the police of Al Balyana which wanted me to get a train because Egypt is too dangerous, of the Coptic scared of everything who caused me a lot of trouble and wanted me to request for an escort, of those telling me I would get run over in the impossible traffic of Cairo and that I would have better got a taxi and also of those saying I was too old and the time was too tight.

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Fifty-sixth stage

Why is the behind wheel so screwed up? 

In Maghega i had the answer … about ten spokes gave way!

Luckily I was in a big town, a policeman first sends me to a street where there are only tire dealers and motorbike mechanic … he did not understand the problem … then a guy on a motorbike led the way until a small road on the opposite side of town, where we have finally found the mechanic … the shop is small and he works on the road … immediately a crowd of curious people is formed mainly children … the mechanics offer me to smoke … they do not drink but in smoking they do not spare themselves … I explain once again laughing that cycling and smoking do not go along … they let me sit down … and bring me a coke and salty snacks … the spokes substitution lasts about one hour … the new spokes are not perfectly straight … some seem to have been worked by a blacksmith … but the wheel turns in an acceptable way and I hope it will last for the last 140 African kilometers … when the time to pay comes he tells me that he has done it for Allah and I do not owe him anything even for the drinks … Continue reading

Fifty-fifth stage

Mission accomplished! 

This morning I woke up at nine!

Shit!

Maybe my body is more intelligent than me, it decided it was better to sleep, the stage was relatively short, the two previous nights I did not sleep much, but waking up at nine means starting off with the heat, doing everything in a rush and reaching late … I miss the natural alarm of Sudan, turning around on those open sky beds … seeing the sun come … having breakfast with what is available … laughing with the truck drivers … Continue reading

Fifty-fourth stage

The speedometer has been removed surgically … 

The panniers where I keep all my luggage are two: in the one on the right I keep the rain mantles, the woolen hat, very useful in Ethiopia, different chargers, beauty case, medicines, in the one on the left I have the clothes and the computer and some tubes at the bottom. The stuff does not directly in the pannier which can be seen on the outside on the photos, but in another one, like a sack, removable and waterproof, to slip in like a matrioska into the outside one. The inside bags I have emptied them rarely, if I do remember correctly the last time was in Karthoum. This morning before starting off I was looking for a apple which I usually keep in the right pannier, on top of a pair of spare cycling shorts which sit on top if the beauty case … when I look in the right panniers … I find the clothes! … the clothes? … last night there was a black out and I was very tired and I did not notice that the inside sacks had been swopped over … so the police or the hotel manager as I was eating … looked inside the bags … sons of a bitch … can a revolution end with a military man in power? Continue reading

Fifty-third stage

Shit day! 

Or rather shit end of the day …

Everything had started well, sumptuous breakfast with two sandwiches take away with some kind of ham and cheese, the temperature is more acceptable than usual, and the landscape becomes increasingly greener as the kilometers pass by. Here the Nile is used well for agriculture, other than the usual big canal parallel to the Nile, there are some small canals too from where, with the help of diesel pumps, the water is directed to the middle of the cultivated fields. The maize is very green like in Zambia it is seen rarely. At the sides of the road tall palms full of dates gift a bit of shade even when the sun is high. Continue reading

Fifty-second stage

At the end only twelve kilometers more than expected …

I left at 6,30 and I pedaled for nine hours, at the beginning, until midday, the temperature was acceptable, then when the shade moves from the left side to vertical, and you can only see the projection of the handlebar and the frame under you, the heat becomes suffocating, luckily there is no wind and compared to Sudan there are many more shops and bars to supply fresh water. Here too there are the water pots smaller then the Sudanese ones and also some kind of fountains which filter the water. Continue reading

Fifty-first stage

Should I go or not?

Luxor is 225 kilometers from the port, with this heat it would be difficult to reach there in one stage, in the fifteen kilometers from the port to Aswan there is no adverse wind and I pedal quite well, before starting off, I have to withdraw, buy an Egyptian sim card, eat and drink something … once in the centre I manage to do these things fast … I eat two ice-creams … it was not a great idea … I drink a lot … and after Giorgia and two taxi drivers confirm to me that there should be hovel in Kom Ombu I through myself … when I pass in front of the beautiful hotel on the Nile Giorgia has booked for me a have a short vacillation … but the decision is now taken … Continue reading

Wadi Halfa – Aswan on the ferry boat

‘Why are you wearing underwear?’

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There is no water …

Despite the dam is a couple of kilometres way full of water this morning there is no water …

I do not have my passport yet, but Magdi seems trustworthy, I called him last night he said he had come but did not find me … I was at the internet point or the bakery … then as I watch the highlights of Korea – Japan on the television at the bar, Magdi arrives with the ticket and the various stamps and the water too arrives, literally, because the water in brought by a tanker and pumped in the tank on the roof, we give each other an appointment at the port at 10 … Continue reading

Updates from the home base – Matteo on Lake Nasser

The voice of the very long Arabic registration which I do not seem to recognize among the many heard in this stretch through Sudan surprises me, it is followed by a very short ‘the number dialed is out of coverage area’. It is about 5,30 in the afternoon in Zambia, at the last phone call around 5 the ferry had not left yet, there was a terrible noise on the background, I could not hear much only the ‘call me later’ … I assume the ferry has left and that Matteo with his bamboo bike is in the middle of Lake Nasser next stop Aswan in Egypt. Shame! The children and I had prepared a support phone call to celebrate the end of Sudan, Chimba too was practicing on the phone and kept repeating ‘Matteo, how are you?’, the phone call will be postponed to tomorrow for the arrival in Egypt. Continue reading

Wadi Halfa – Rest … waiting for the ferry to Aswan

Today I want to rest …

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Yesterday I fell asleep at nine, this room does not offer the natural silence of Abu Sara or Melik el Nasir, and in a hotel more or less conventional like this one you cannot take the bed outside, if you wake up you cannot see the stars and moon around you, surrounded by total silence, you see only the light of the fridge and hear the noise of the air con and of the blades of the fan, it is cool like outside but with a energy waste extremely superior. Continue reading