8434.4km on a rattling bike cobbled back together with string and a teaspoon. Five months and three days of slog, sweat and lots of tears all come to naught as the police order Al to take a ride on a
Pushing his bike through the desert sands following a track that's barely there is not the most glamourous thing, but Al is happy to have made it to Khartoum.
The Art of Bartering Egypt Some of my latest bargaining adventures have included trading the shirt off my back in exchange for a new one, with a pair of sunglasses thrown in, while in Thailand; trading my friend, Holly, for a fleet of Egyptian camels; and purchasing seven exquisite Moroccan carpets. Regardless of the country, [...]
