The set off and first few days were long and arduous. Not only in terms of the cycing but also learning all the new things we need to know for the journey: how to put the tent up, when to get in the queue for food, how to sort out toilet arrangements, how much and how often to eat, which riders are the most suited to your pace, how much water to carry, how long you need to get ready in the morning to leave with your group, where to sit on the saddle to cause minimum attrition…
And in the midst of it all, you are being bombarded with the sights and sounds of Egypt, snatching photos and conversations by the roadside. At lunch yesterday I talked to a group of about 12 girls aged between 8 -10 who were mesmerised by our lycra clad group stuffing down falafel sandwiches, followed by nutella sandwiches and they asked two very good questions: Don’t your legs hurt? and Why are you doing this?
Now we are in Aswan, with parades of elegant feluccas sailing down the Nile, and a great laid-back market where we need to go and buy food and water for the next couple of days.
Tomorrow, we get on the ferry to cross Lake Nasser into Sudan. We have been warned that it could take most of the day to load us on and then an 18 hour sail and we are in to country 2.