Entries by allan

Temples & Dams: Coexisting Peacefully. Sort of.

Both the Philae Temple and the Temple at Abu Simbel were due to be submerged under the waters of Lake Nassar in the late 60’s. A huge international rescue effort saw that it and several other historical points were meticulously moved to small islands on the Nile River before the High Dam. Not only because […]

Aswan Egypt. Shower & Rest.

So I successfully crossed the Nubian Desert and sailed Lake Nassar to arrive in the Nubian lands of Egypt and Aswan. First order of business is to get cleaned up. Thankfully with the Nile in close proximity I didn’t feel guilty about taking one of the longest showers in my life. Then I tried to […]

Casey Jones. Riding The Train of Dreams in Sudan.

After a peaceful yet sandy night sleeping in the shadows of two thousand year old pyramids in the Nubian desert, I had to make some hard decisions. I’ve got three days now to get to Wadi Halfa. And I need to do that without any hiccups. Given that my bike has a tendency to overheat […]

Sudan: When It Comes To Desert I Think of Sand.

Once you cross the Nile River and head north out of Khartoum things turn desolate. Come to think of it riding into Khartoum from the south things were pretty desolate. But strategically located at the confluence of the Blue and While Nile rivers, Khartoum is capital to the largest (in size) country in Africa. And […]

Ramblin’ In Khartoum. Decisions. Decisions.

I’m in Sudan! And here in Khartoum the somewhat sprawling capital of the largest country in Africa I find myself anxious to leave. Not because there’s nothing to do here, but because I’ve only got about five days to legally be in this country. And I’ve yet to register with the police. Sudan is perhaps […]

Longest, Hottest & Most Tiring Day In Africa.

As the birds started singing their morning songs I dragged myself out of bed and took a hard look in the mirror. Yeah. I looked tired alright. I convinced myself I felt better. I did feel better. A few of my neighbors were up and quizzing me as I loaded tied my Ortlieb bag to […]

Making Friends. Sick In Bed.

I think I’ve got malaria. I want to just sleep. I’m shivering. I can’t eat. At the Belegez Pension I’m curled up in my small cozy room while I can hear my new friends chatting, milling about and making phone calls. I guess bad news came to Gareth & Helen. Seems the brake caliper was […]