Drove my own donkey cart.
Drank Araq with the oasis' only distiller. He was blind and had the best laugh you have ever heard. Later found out he was blind because he used to mix his batches of booze with paint thinner. I am not blind yet.
Got lost, barefoot in the desert at night.
Found my way back to camp in the desert after seriously considering whether I might survive the walk back to town.
Napped on fantasy island.
Snacked in the room where Alexander was told he would be Great.
Burned my skin in the salt of the salt flats.
Drank fresh cow milk with my tea.
Got a blister from racing a 4X4 up and down the sand dunes between desert springs.
Sandboarded down the steep side.
Bellydanced.
Learned to play the drums.
Picked and ate dates right from the tree every single day.
Slept on a bed of sand under the stars.
Drank water that tasted like gasoline.
Learned how to make tea the Siwi way.
Witnessed a different side of homosexuality in Egypt.
Took way too many pictures of the desert.
Did not get sunburned.
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| View of the eastern lake and salt flat. |
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| Entrance to the Oracle chamber where Alexander went. |
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| Riding along the salt lake. |
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| Some Siwis hanging out at Cleopatra's Bath |
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| The Oracle temple at sunset. |
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| Downtown |
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| Cigarettes anybody? Ruins? |
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| Nora and Julia, my oldest Egypt friends. |
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| Two of the other girls at the Siwa salt resort (that is a made-up thing) |
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| Pouring tea the Siwi way. |
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| Hemeida pondering his desert homeland |
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| Julia and Nora on our donkey cart! |
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| View from fantasy island over the western lake. |
