Traveling is a brutality. It forces you to trust strangers and to lose sight of all that familiar comfort of home and friends. You are constantly off balance. Nothing is yours except the essential things – air, sleep, dreams, the sea, the sky – all things tending towards the eternal or what we imagine of it.
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day 411 – we finished packing in the morning, checked email and headed to the airport. we flew to istanbul and headed to the backpacker district. it turns out that, with anzac day just around the corner, hotels were booked solid and prices had risen considerably. annoyed, we checked into a dormitory and went for [...]
day 406 – christina desperately wanted to see the pyramids, but i was hold off for better weather. we had hoped to go today, but it was overcast and very hazy. we agreed to give it two more days and if the weather wasn’t clear, we’d go anyway. instead, we headed to the embassy district. [...]
day 401 – after a lazy day we were ready to get moving again. we got some cash and checked out of the hotel. we caught a taxi down to the aqaba ferry terminal where we planned to get the boat to egypt. when we arrived there was a long wait for the ferry. we [...]
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