4pm pick up in coach then out to the desert.
Lots and lots of ppl on quads and buggies.
Bought headscarves, they tied em on for us - we all looked the part. ;-)
20-30 in our group - must have been 5 or 6 other similar groups. It was more like a small quad-mounted army venturing into the mountains.
Gentle ride out single file - kids hassling us running alongside, tried to grab sam's wedding and engagement ring. Would have been one less Egyptian kid to feed.
Out into the desert - as expected it was painfully hot, more so in parts than others. A few people started to put their legs in odd positions on the bike as they rode on. I felt intense heat in my right leg and despite my initial thoughts of missing a bit with the sun cream, I figured out the engine was getting super hot and venting onto my leg. Now I was riding odd-saddle too.
It got ridiculously bumpy in parts: lots of close spaced deep ruts that rattled your fillings, bingo wings, dangly things and the bags under your eyes. It was reeeeally bad. The mountains were a mix of amazing, breathtaking, forbidding, and scary...
We were in the middle of nowhere.
Then unexpectedly, an outpost appeared. Then some shacks / houses began to occur with more frequency. We eventually came to a small village looking like an oasis in the desert.
So, we stopped off for refreshments - expensive water & tacky picture backdrops: smaller plaster versions of all major monuments like the pyramids, valley of the kings etc. This was the only bit of the trip I didn't like as it was really desperate and extortionate.
Back on quads to starting point - a dozy couple kept swerving and trying to go faster so got told to get out of line & escorted back.
Good fun but not as good as quads in Turkey.
Bye for now.
Cheers
Stootz
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