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. Continua a leggere→

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 … Continua a leggere→

‘Why are you wearing underwear?’

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 … Continua a leggere→

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. Continua a leggere→

Today I want to rest …

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. Continua a leggere→