Not enough muscles
19.1.2004 | West Egypt
This web page has been criticized for not showing enough muscles. The last day of our Egyptian adventure Peter and me are correcting the error. I only hope that in Libya we'll soon find some internet connection to remove this news from the first place. Together with muscles, the armour goes as well, so I am also attaching some pics from the Military Museum in al-'alamayn (yes, exactly where Montgomery chased Rommel 1.300 kilometres all the way to Tunisia).
Live radio report - change
18.1.2004 | Egypt
There has been a change as Tilen will report live on the radio one hour earlier as announced. He will report tonight between 1 AM and 2 AM CET (Sunday - Monday) on the night program of Radio Slovenija. (by Rok)
The Red Sea has finally become red
17.1.2004 | Cairo, Egypt
On our way from Luxor to the Red Sea coast we escaped from police convoy of some hundred vehicles and proceeded on our own under the shelter of the night. We were pretty disappointed by this side of the red Sea coast (compared to the beautiful Sinai side), and the incredible quantitiy of flies (I swear I haven't seen that many on one place in my life) probably added some to the athmosphere with the cloudy skies, covered by dark fumes from the nearby oil platforms. Despite another information, we had to join another convoy from Hurgada to the north, but were probably quite annoying to the last escort vehicle while we were driving with our constant slowlyness of 90 kph and our legs out of the windows (the cruise control was doing the job), far behind the last escorted vehicle.
Confusion
15.1.2004 | Luxor, Egypt
"Peter are you going to write something for the web page?" …after ten days my hibernated grey cells have gone trough a thermal shock. Awaking was slow because, in fact, night temperatures in the desert are frequently below zero. Just after a weak of traffic chaos, sand and solitude, oasis and palms, Bedouins and wind, stars and hot springs, it is possible for me to focus my mind. Everything is just gorgeous, plastic bags hiding behind salad in the fields, rotten smiles, shakes of hands and "Where you from?", "Welcome to Egypt!" and "Good business."
Friendly people
14.1.2004 | Luxor, Egypt
I'm waiting and waiting, searching, looking everywhere, lifting plastic bags, spread over the landscape, pointing my flashlight into dark corners – no success. Wait a minute! What about there, behind that big hotel?! Still nothing. Where are they? Where are all those unpleasant, intrusive and hustling Egyptians everybody from Slovenia through Syria to Morocco was warning me of? I was looking for them on Sinai, in Sharm, in Cairo, in desert oasis, in the Nile valley, in front of the Valley of the Kings… I haven't seen any. Did they die out, moved away, or am I only that resistant? I have no idea – the only thing I know is that all the people I'm meeting are very nice and funny. OK, they try to sell anything to a stranger, they are constantly offering you this and that, they try to convince you, they bargain, but they are still completely harmless.