Not sure how this will look in the internet world, but the stars were amazing... no light pollution, no moon, and more stars than I ever remember seeing. Ever.
I take full responsibility for our trip going into the Western Desert. I had seen some photos of the White Desert and thought that just sounded unlike any other place in the world.
Of course it's not very easy to get to so we were able to enjoy more of the Great Sand Sea.
Paul, Amy, Valda, Delia
Paul during the standing jump competition
This photo has a bit of a story. I was in the girls' van with Kay, Valda and Delia. We had a "western" tape and it had some Sinatra on it. We were all singing away to "My way" and literally as the song ended we braked on the ridge with the other trucks - the timing was rather funny.
Walk like an Egyptian - Jess, Andrew, Paul, Delia, Valda and Graham
Lunch at another oasis - Andrew, Delia, Mohamed, Jess, Paul & Mel
Here are a few pics from the long drive from Siwa through the Great Sand Sea. It was about ten hours, a one breakdown, several police checks (I do not envy those guys, so isolated and just tourists coming through with chocolate supplies to keep you going) and a few times being stuck in the sand.
After a very tough morning on the bikes we headed out into the desert for a 4x4 adventure in the dunes, a swim in the Oasis (there were two and the warm spring was far more popular than the cold one, even if it was err, full of slime), some dune boarding and finally the sunset.
Siwa is an oasis town in the west of Egypt, rather close to Libya, kinda. Here's a map for a bit of a sense of geography. You might be intrested to know that when we left Siwa we headed east, yeah, over that bit with no roads...
Siwa is also a very conservative Berber town. You didn't see too many women about, and the older ones were totally covered. It was a bit odd, but as Paul and I had been to Berber towns before in Morocco and Libya I think it was less of a shock for us than some of the others.
It was a real change from the other places we'd visited, and in some ways felt like the chilled out places you get near the coast (sand + palm trees + water must be formula).
We went on a bike ride the first morning to check out a few temples and the oh-so-relaxing Cleopatra's Spring.
View from our room to the old town of Siwa
On the bikes
Mountain of the Dead
Valda and Kay being ladies who chat
Temple of the Oracle (where Alexander the Great came to find out if he was going to have children; we on the other hand just wanted to know if there was good coffee in the area).
Cleopatra's Spring
The Spring
Delia and Amy
Turns out the Oracle was right when good coffee was predicted
Fran and Amy looking very stressed while waiting for their coffees
Paul & Amy left NZ in September 2005 on a global pursuit of decent coffee.
This quest has taken us to about twenty different countries (or a new one every couple of months), and there are many more still on the list. Not only have we learnt about coffee but we can now tell the difference between mint tea in various north African states. We have perfected the art of travelling with carry on luggage only with all liquids in containers of les than 100mls. And on every ryanair flight we swear it will be last. And the last one really was.
We are now off on the adventure of a life time. With no jobs, no house, and no particular responsibilities we will be travelling through Europe, the Middle East and Africa, no doubt still looking for decent coffee. And the best bit, we're not travelling with carry on, so can carry large-ish bottles of liquid!