We programmed the voyage for 2 days, we carried enough water and foods; and we left to the road. But in some place we took the wrong road and we got lost. It was funny because we never knew it, until we arrived to another destination, on the third day.
100 km through the desert, by camels and with the bicycles; it seemed that it wouldn’t be a big difficulty, but for some moments I felt that the tour through the desert which should be a pleasant experience was becoming a big nightmare, or even worse in a military subjection.
In Tunisia I was visited by my brother Ale, who for the first time travelled to cycle some kilometres with me. I remember the Christmas night, when in the middle of the desert he cooked me pancakes and he surprised me with an Argentinean typical sweet.
Rabat is the second city of Morocco; it is the administrative capital with a population of little more than half million of hab. The Medina is the old part of the city and it is wrapped by a great wall of colour reddish ochre, of 5 km long.
I arrived in Cairo on the end of afternoon, the last day of 2003. It was a smoggy day. I was happy, at last I was concluding the african stage after 17.000 kilometers, although it took me three times more than I had programmed.
Convince the police to be able to cycle alone this distance up to Luxor, it was so tiring as the cycling itself. And although I could make it, the resolution adopted from 1997 complicated partly my journey around Egypt.
In ancient times "Aswan" was an encounter point for the fluvial and terrestrial caravans that united the center of Africa with the Mediterranean Sea. Today is a quiet city, one of the few ones in the whole country where you can live with the salespersons, the coaches drivers, or with those who drive the felucca.
After suffering to cross the Danakil desert in Ethiopia and Djibouti, I have promised myself that never again I would cycle another desert in north of Africa. Therefore when I arrived to north of Sudan and I knew about the Nubian Desert, I had no doubt...
Several times I felt alone and lost. People are strange. When I needed to ask something many people answered impolitely “I don’t speak English”. But I nearly always found someone who helped me, his question before saying “hello” was what nationality I was. Then he smiled and told me “Maradona”!!