One country down . . .

I'm writing from Aswan, Egypt. The next two days will be my last in Egypt (at least on this trip). Which means that I will be officially done with one country. Starting Wednesday we enter Sudan. We have been told that we will not likely get to an internet cafe for another 3 weeks, so this may be my last post for a while. If possible, I'll try to text Bonz with GPS coordinates so that he can update the map.

My body is holding up just fine. Me bum hurts, but I guess that is to be expected. The knees are very soar, but usually feel ok once I get warmed up. The ride from Luxor to Aswan was lined with children waiving and trying to give us high-fives. They yelled one of three phrases: 1) "Hello", 2) "Good Morning" (regardless of actual time of day) and 3) "Money." There were also a very limited number of kids who through rocks. They hit a couple of bikes but no body was hurt.

The riders are slowly getting to know each other (except for a few of the Dutch, who, as Barb predicted, like to hangout together). The weather is getting a little better. Last night was the warmest so far, though proably so because of rain clouds that have been forming for 1.5 days. Still no rain yet. Let's keep our fingers crossed. Most of my clothes and other belongings are covered in dust. I've managed to keep the camera clean (don't worry Pulak), but mainly because I've been very bad at taking photos. Speaking of photos . . . there are three filmakers riding on the trucks who are trying to make a documentary out of the Tour d'afrique. Also in Luxor a Dutch TV crew came to film part of our ride. According to the Dutch riders the producer was the son of the creator of the reality show Big Brother. So if you are Dutch and reading this, then keep your eyes peeled for me on your television set.


Need to get me some vittles.

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